Chapter 3

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I re-wrote Chapter 2, so check that out please :)

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My alarm rang at precisely 6:00AM. I jumped out of bed and pulled on my uniform. I looked at my new bag and I could hardly wait to get started. One of my room mates was an utter disappointment but Alice seemed alright.

"Why the hell are you up so early?" Jess grumbled

"It's the first day, I didn't want to be late for anything and I wanted to study the map they gave us so I would be able to find my lessons."

"Ugh! Breakfast isn't until 7:00! And your alarm woke me up! I'll never get back to sleep." She grumbled then rolled over in bed. I sighed. Jess did not understand the importance of first impressions, and I didn't want mine to be "I'm sorry I'm late sir/miss!"

At breakfast I could hardly eat a mouthful. I was so nervous! I generally got good grades but I didn't know what to expect here, and I hated the unexpected, I liked the EXPECTED, which probably meant I was training for the wrong profession. At least at breakfast I could blend, there was to much attention in my bedroom for my comfort. Lot's of the girls were already making friends, but if Jess was anything to go by, I was happier alone. Then I noticed that though nearly everyone in the room was occupied else where, one teacher was staring at me. He had dark hair and a bit of a beard. A few girls near me where giggling about how hot he was. I personally didn't notice anything attractive about him, but his stare was creeping me out, no emotion to it but just like he was staring in my very soul, learning every little secret about me.

I sat right in the front seat of Special Skills, with a woman with black hair in a pony tail standing in front of me.

"Right, if your in this room, you have been specially selected from the brightest minds in the country. So you are probably all sitting thinking your someone special." She gave us all a long hard look "Well I can tell you know, your not. This class is compulsory for 2 years, but after that I bet my right hand that over half of you quit. Whatever profession  you go into though, remember the skills you learn in this room." Then she turned round and started writing something on the board and 2 girls started whispering something along the lines of 'this is so epic'.

"Marshall, Darwin, I highly recommend you never saw the word epic in this room again." She said and she spun round the board pen flying exactly in the middle between their ears.

"Concentration is key, you need to see everything, hear everything, know everything. I do not accept failure, I do not compromise. If you cannot cope with this course, your not set out to be an agent. Edwards, what's my name?" She snapped at me.

"Miss Morgan."

"Correct, where did you hear that?"

"The physics teacher called you it when he passed you in the corridor."

"Excellent. Your observant, but that isn't enough to keep you alive. You get 3 seconds to look at the person next to you and tell me everything you can about them. Go!" I stared at the girl next to me. Peering at the name on her book I saw she was called Sarah Eastman, she was left handed by the placement of her pen and she had green eyes, blond hair and pierced ears.

"Eye's closed! I see you looking Miss Cowll." Miss Morgan called. "Person on the right, go!"

"Umm...you have brown hair in plaits and umm, blue eyes and umm, I think you have freckles? Also i think your pencil case is purple?" She said as if it was question.

"Person on the left, go!"

"You have green eyes, blond hair, your earring's are pink flower's, your left handed and your name is Sarah Eastman." I said then I opened my eyes and looked at Miss Morgan, hoping for some approval.

"Not bad, must run in the family." She said, then she started about how to tell when someone is following you. Run in the family? I thought. What could run in the family, my mum ran a cosmetics company and my dad organised finances form some international computer company, what did you know about my family that I didn't?

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