Spy School: Reawakened

Chapter 1: Rehabilitation

June 10
1030 hours
Armistead Dormitories

I'd never been happier to step into my old dusty dorm at Spy School. You see, just a month ago, I had a horrible mix of unpleasanties including a bomb under the worlds most giant cruise ship. In doing so, I'd endured pain, exhaustion, wary trust, humiliation, depression, and straight up misery. However this was overcome by a kiss that was given to me by Erica Hale.
Erica was gorgeous, had raven hair, icy eyes (and personality) sculpted cheekbones, and flawless skin. I'd gone on more than 7 missions with her because of her extreme talents, she could shoot, a master in espionage, she was sneaky, good at fighting (key word: good) and exceptionally fluent in most languages except Spanish. She was a legacy, having a long history of spies dating back to Nathan Hale, a spy before America was, well, even America. When we had saved the Emperor of the Seas from exploding, she had kissed me and threatened not to tell anyone on fear it'll mess up the spy business. Erica hadn't been one to display emotions over the years, but had difficulty understanding anothers feelings. She was new to this, and I discovered she had duplicate feelings for me. However, our sliver of an unsure relationship was private. Just yesterday, I had gotten off the Emperor and driven to Langley, Virgina. I had just arrived in my dormitory in the Nathan Hale Administration building, (where the CIA owned an inportant chunk of) and stepped into my room. I was exhausted from the previous occasions: defeating Murray Hill, and had nothing but a huge desire to go to bed for 5 days, then wake up refreshed and go home to my real house, but I had homework to do. Since I am currently halfway through my second year of the spy game, I still have to study up on Self Preservation 101 and defense classes. I did this, emailed my parents through the CIA's alias (St. Smithens Science Academy), and lied about how things were awesome and I had "science homework". Even though my parents knew I was a spy, I sent it as though I was still a student for fear my messages might be tracked. I studied up on Tactical Physics A2 and A3, then passed out, drooling on my desk and snoring.