Teenage Spy

Chapter Three

Yanking my heavy suitcase, I walk through the door of my new home for the next few weeks- a cute little hotel room. I look around to see a double bed in the centre, which is neatly made with navy blue covers that look very cosy. Either side there are small wooden bed-side tables, both holding a lamp. Then there's a desk on one side of the room, directly opposite the wardrobe on the other side of the room.
Next door, the Woods Brothers will be staying as of tomorrow. Next door to them, on the other side, Melissa is staying.
For the first time ever, I will be sleeping in a room by myself.
Of course, for the past 5 years I have lived in the dormitories of 'Chadwick academy for exceptional young women', where I slept every night and shared a room with Melissa. Then, of course was the Christmas, Easter and summer breaks. I don't have a family so whenever I wasn't in school I was at camps. They were all the same: sit around a campfire each night huddled up under blankets then when in the dorms the kids would try to stay up all night. To be honest that wasn't my idea of fun.
When I was very little I remember living with my mother and I would sleep in her bed every single night. She would tell me stories about how useless my dad had been and how she had made the right decision to leave him before I was born. She said that he had neverknown about me and that they never loved each other. "It's better just us girls because we'll stick together" she'd tell me. But every night I would hear her crying into her pillow, thinking I couldn't hear her... But I could.
Them years were fun. She would buy me ice cream in the park everyday; we would go swimming in the local leisure centre ; she'd take me on road trips to new places. However,when I started Primary school everything changed. She would lay awake all night just staring at the ceiling. She would cry during the day. Once I asked her what was wrong and she said "I'm not a good mum. Your father should've taken care of you too. I can't do this anymore" then she burst into tears and I decided that I wouldn't ask her again because I didn't want to upset her even more. From an early age I learnt how to watch what I said because I was too scared to speak infront of her in case I made her even more upset.
This went on for a full year until November 15th when I was told the dreadful news. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sat in lesson practicing my handwriting when the school receptionist came to the classroom door and said "could I have Hanna Green please?" She said it with a wobble in her voice, as if she was afraid to speak those six harmless words.
I was escorted into the office where I was confronted by two police officers and a snooty lady with a clipboard. As I walked in, they all stood up together and looked at me with pity.
"Hanna, sweetie," the lady with the clipboard said slowly "something terrible has happened. Your mummy" she cleared her throat "was found this morning. I'm so sorry but she passed away" I would later learn that she had killed herself, overdosed on drugs.
In this moment I looked from the police officers, to the receptionist, who was now tearing up then back to the lady with the clipboard. By this point my big blue eyes were open even wider and tears were running down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do. After all, I was only 6 years old at the time and didn't understand what exactly had happened but I did understand one thing. The only person in my life that I cared about was gone forever. That day the snooty lady took me with her and I was placed into care.
After that I was bounced from group home to group home. Nobody seemed to want me. Every time I made a friend, they were pulled away from me. By the age of 9, I learnt that I couldn't have friends because they just get taken away from me so I distanced myself from people and focused on learning new things. The whole situation with my mother had forced me to mature quicker than I should have and somehow this allowed me to absorb information easier. Because of this, I was miles ahead of anybody else in my class at school. Therefore when I was 11 years old, I was informed that I would be moving to a more 'permanent' home. Little did I know that I was going to be training to be one of the country's best spies.

Now I take my laptop out of my handbag and log on. The first thing I do is try to hack into the hotel's system. I see that the Woods Brothers are checked in for 1pm and their room is currently empty. Then I open up Google and look through Twitter. When I type in #woodsbrothers, I see that the most recent posts are ones regarding tomorrow. It seems that everybody will be crowding around Downing Street when they come out of their meeting with the Prime Minister. I guess I'll just have to be ready for them.
Placing my laptop beside me on the bed, I stand up and walk toward my suitcase. I open it up and take my makeup bag from the top. Then, I take out my eyeshadow pallet and get the laser, which I cleverly hid within the different eye shadow colours.
Next I make my way to the wall that separates my room and the room next door. I knock once, twice against it to feel how deep I will have to burn the hole. There's barely anything there; like paper, which makes my job so much easier.
So I stand on a chair and use the laser to create a small hole in the wall, just big enough to fit a tiny camera. Also, next to it I burn another miniature hole for the voice recorder to slot in. Melissa should be doing the exact same thing over on her side.
After that Melissa and I meet in the hallway, ready to install cameras and voice recorders throughout the celebrities' room.
In order to get into the locked room we must do a few simple procedures to get my key card to open a door which requires a different key card. Before anything else I place my card in the slot until the light next to it goes red. Then I tap it three times before taking out and flapping it in the air. After that I place it back in, wiggle it around a bit and voilà!, the light turns green.
Easily and carefully, I turn the knob and stroll into probably the biggest room I think I have ever seen (I don't get out much). There are two double beds, each with their own bedside tables and wardrobes, two small shower rooms both fitted with toilets and their own balcony. The bedcovers and furniture is all the same style as my room: White covers and brown wooden furniture.
I remove the cameras and the voice recorders from my pocket and look at the other girl in the room "are you ready?" I ask as she holds out her cameras and and voice recorders.
"Sure am" she nods and we go around the room placing hidden cameras in any unexpected place possible. First we place them in an air vent over the door, then in the wall opposite the door, then inside the door itself. I learnt how to bug last year in class and even in the first lesson I was told that I was a natural.
When we're finished and we've talked through tomorrow's plan, we head back to our own rooms and I decide to order room service for my dinner.
Then I get into bed and close my eyes. I hope our plan works because if it doesn't, my espionage career is over.