Little Secrets

Jessica: Meeting The New Girl

I glanced at the new girl. Judging from her clothing, she didn't know much about her appearance. Wow. This girl has to be helped by a professional like me, I thought.

"So her name is Ember, huh?" I murmured to myself. "She need to fix her sense of fashion."

The girl spoke up nervously, "Um, hi, I'm Ember, but I liked to be called Em," was all she said.

"Hello," I greeted her back wearing a frown on my face. "Honey, what are you wearing?" I asked.

The poor girl was still dressed up in her pajamas! That's so outrageous! They should really think about how people want to be treated when they are just surprisingly taken to this place without any explanation.

"Oh, these?" she started. "I just woke up in them!"

Ha! Knew it.

"Oh, hon, I'm so sorry." I said, "You know, I-"

"Not now, Jess," Cassie warned me before I could go any farther with my suggestion. "Let her settle in first. You can offer her a full-body make-over later."

I bit my lip. Great. I hated it. This was, after all, my personality. But I just nodded quietly instead, agreeing that Cassie was right.

I sighed quietly so no one would hear me. "Hey, I better get going. I've got training with Agent Heart in fifteen minutes, and you know what happened to the last person who was late to class." I winked at Ember, " Nice meeting you Em." I waved as I walked out the door, closing it softly behind me.

On the way to Agent Heart's classroom, I couldn't help but to wonder back in my mind to the past, just before my parents died. The happy times.

I remembered my mom, Kelly Florence, and my dad, Severus Florence. They were both members of the CIA. They used to teach me how to do everything. I used to like wearing pink dresses when I was younger and hop on my dad's back for a piggy back ride. Everyday was the same.......

Ugh, unpleasant thoughts! I scolded myself. I need to focus on the class ahead of me, not my dead parents! I flinched when I thought that.

Agent Heart was almost like an aunt to me. She's strict and all, but she does have feelings for certain people. But who those certain people are, I do not know.

I entered the classroom. Perfect timing; not late but actually quite early! I glanced around. Agent Heart wasn't there yet.

As the time for the start of the lesson came closer and closer, more and more kids started filing into the classroom. Finally, at exactly ten o'clock, Agent Heart came through the door. She closed it behind her and said, "Good morning, students."

"Good morning, Agent Heart," we chorused back.

"Now, today-"

Agent Heart was cut off by the sound of a pounding on the door. Looking very angry, Agent Heart strode over to the door and opened it. Standing there was a scared-looking Violet.

Violet didn't really have a name when she joined the CIA, but because of the "violet" choice of style, we named the poor girl Violet. She was small and had bright blue eyes. The poor dear's hair was a mess, like she had just woken up.

Like I said, Agent Heart was very strict. She gave harsh punishments for tardiness. She was a large, thick-necked woman who looked like she could be a femal body-builder. Her arms were huge, and she stood at attention, wearing a black one-piece suit with the red X-circle that was the logo for the Little Secrets CIA division.

Violet's punishment was to be Agent Heart's gun shooting target, the teacher informed her. Violet's startled bright blue eyes were shaken and scared. This wasn't unusual. She was always quiet and shy. She didn't want to talk to anyone, even me. The reason that she came late to class usually was that she had to help her bossy roommates clean up their messes.