Spies In Disguise: The Skills and the Spies (#2)

Chapter 8: Spies Get Saved

On Wednesday, Mr. Steadman gives us time to work on our health projects. And I don't have to say any more.

Well, I'm almost done the research, and I've decided I want to present the information using a tri-panel display.

I tell Nadia and Serena about the tri-panel display, and they keep arguing with each other. Next time, I won't talk to them if I have another decision to make. I'll just go with the decision and not bother to tell them.

I continue doing research on my laptop, and I still have to hear them argue...

"I was the one Kyle was inviting to his party!" argues Nadia.

"No, I was! I heard him say my name!" retorts Serena.

Seriously, those two sound like five year olds arguing over a toy. I'm younger than them by a year, and I know better.

Just as I think I'm going to go nuts (because Nadia and Serena are annoying me), the fire alarm rings, and Mr. Steadman jumps up from his seat and yells, "Everyone line up!"

A couple of people jump up from their seats, and I'm starting to get out of my seat, when I notice that more than half the class is still in their seats. Wait, why isn't everyone else getting up?

"Why aren't you getting up?" frowns Mr. Steadman.

"They're testing out the fire alarms today," pipes up Natasha. "We don't have to get up and leave." Norma nods in agreement.

"Oh right!" exclaims Mr. Steadman. "Sorry people, false alarm. Now get back to work!" The few people that got up from their seats sit down, looking irritated because of Mr. Steadman's false alarm.

The fire alarm keeps ringing for the rest of the period. I don't know which is worse, listening to the fire alarm constantly ringing (and you can't forget, it's loud too), or hearing Nadia and Serena argue like five year olds.

I guess Mr. Steadman can't concentrate either, because he says, "None of us can concentrate with the fire alarms going off. Just go and do whatever you want until they're done testing them."

At this, Ahmed, one of the eighth graders in our class, runs over to the radio, turns it on, and starts dancing to the song on the radio. The volume's quite loud, and I'm surprised the grade 8 class next to us hasn't run over to us and told us to shut up.

Surprisingly, Mr. Steadman goes over and joins Ahmed, and turns down the volume a bit. Suddenly, the song ends, and all of us burst out laughing. Mr. Steadman and Ahmed were dancing to a commercial, but fortunately, they laugh as well.

"Totally like Mr. Steadman to dance to a commercial," grins Natasha, and I nod in agreement.

At that moment, another commercial comes on, and Natasha starts singing along. Norma and I look at each other and grin.

"Totally like Natasha to sing along to a commercial," grins Norma, and we high five each other.

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On Friday, Maddie and I have our Enhanced French lessons, and then I'll be going to Maddie's house so that we can practice our karate together for an hour. Our karate test is tomorrow, and I really want to move up a belt level.

Aunt Alicia picks up both Maddie and I, and I put my backpack and my lunchbag into the trunk of Aunt Alicia's car along with Maddie's things. While Aunt Alicia drives, Maddie and I sit in the back row, giggling about things that we find funny. I guess Aunt Alicia's used to our laughing fits.

Once we arrive at Maddie's house, Aunt Alicia unlocks the door, and Maddie and I rush into the house, dumping our things against the wall and taking off our shoes. We run down a hall, and down to the basement. Maddie and I run down the spiraling basement stairs.