Everybody got done pretty quickly and people started coming over to me asking questions like 'where did you learn to do that?' and 'are you, like, a government spy?'. Am I ‘like’ a government spy? No. I am a government spy. But I looked straight ahead and pretended that this was just another exercise for if I was ever captured by the enemy: betraying any emotion or answering a question, even with a scoff or roll of my eyes, would mean failure. After a million years the bell rang and I went to gym class. We were doing testing today which meant things like how many pushups can you do in a minute, how long does it take you to run the mile, stuff like that. It didn't take long for the weird looks to start once class started but that wasn't all. They started complaining that it wasn't fair that I was at the same level as them because I was so athletic. What the Hell is that? Thankfully our teacher wasn't having any of it and told them to get over it so we could start. I got number one in pushups, pull-ups, sit-ups, and the mile, but number two in planks because I hate them.
The hallways of high school are a dangerous place. Fights, making out, and making friends all take place in school hallways. Today was no different, in the crowded sea of students and teachers trying to get from one class to the next I saw two fights and three couples exchanging saliva against the lockers. When I say that today was no different, I really mean that today was no different until passing from fifth to sixth period. Then it was completely different. Let me tell you why; as usual I was being a perfect student and talking to all of my friends and discussing what we got for question three on our math test. AKA avoiding talking to anybody and enjoying pissing off Caleb. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a name I haven't heard in a long time. Someone was calling out "Mads, wait." I've had a lot of people call me a lot of things in my fifteen years, some good names and a lot bad, but this is one I never thought I'd hear again.
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The Queen Of Spades
ActionWhat do you get when you mix an orphaned teenage spy fighting Nazi assassins with the melodramatic high school life of Ellsworth, Maine? A bloody mess (literally). But what happens when civilians get caught in the cross hairs? And what will it take...
