Lies and Legends

Chapter 9

My alarm went off the next morning... at 5:30. It was the earliest I had ever gotten up in my entire life. I actually got ready a lot quicker than I thought I would. Walter came by at 7:15 to lead me to my first lesson: Spanish.

We got to the classroom and Walter introduced me to him. "Ali, this is Señor Bello. He will be your Spanish professor. I have some paperwork to fill out. I will be back soon," he said, excusing himself.

"¡Hola! Me llamo Señor Bello. ¿Como te llamas?" he asked.

"Me llamo Ali. Como estas?" I asked. He seemed pleased.

"Bien, ¿y tú?" he said, beaming.

"Mas o menos, porque es tamprano," I replied.

"You are a very good Spanish speaker, miss," said the professor.

"I've taken three years of it," I shrugged. "My friends and I used to talk in Spanish all the time," I explained.

"If you keep up the good work, I may take you on holiday in Madrid with me," he joked.

"I've always wanted to go to Madrid!" I squealed.

"Maybe you will someday. So...¿De dónde eres?" he asked.

"Soy de el capitolio de los Estados Unidos," I replied.

"Sí,sí. Muy bien. ¿Quiénes son sus padres?" he inquired.

"Mi madre es loca, y mi padre es..." I trailed off. When I didn't elaborate, he didn't press.

"Well Ali, I think that for today, you can go to your room. I think you will do very well in this course," he exclaimed.

"Thank you sir," I said. I went back to my new residence, popping a bag of popcorn and channel surfing on my fifty inch flat screen TV. About halfway through my second episode of Full House, Walter came to take me to meet the head of the CIA. I was to wear a dress, one that I was sure my mom would've worn, had she really been a business woman.

He led me down the hall, to the elevator that took me to third floor, the top floor, of the building. "Be polite and calm," Walter advised. "Do not try to shake his hand unless he holds his out first. Do not speak unless spoken to, okay?" Walter asked.

"What is he, some kind of dictator or something?" I asked.

Walter looked around, but we were seemingly alone. He smirked. "Something like that."

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For those of you who don't speak Spanish, the sentances translate as follows:

Hi, my name is Mr. Bello. What is your name?

My name is Ali, how are you?

Good and you?

Eh, okay. It's too early.

Where are you from?

I am from the capitol of the United States. (Washington DC).

Yes, yes. Very good. Who are your parents?

My mom is crazy. My dad is...

Okay guys, so this was kind of a filler. But at least we get to meet the director of the CIA soon, right? No? Okay.