Life's A Mission

Chapter 16

Oh my gosh i'm so sorry its so late! I have been sooo busy! Basically at the moment i'm part of NCS- The national citizens service and it takes up soo much of my time, if your not sure what it is just google it or something because it's quite hard to explain but if you're between 16-17 I recommend you check it out! Also my results day -GCSE  is on Thursday so I will either be happy or sad haha so we will see! Thankyou for your patience, I will update more I promise! Anyway here is chapter 16 woo

Courtney xx

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What the-" James and I spoke simultaneously spoke, eyes bulging at the creepy sight in front of us.

"This just got serious" James muttered to himself, observing the mess in the classroom.

The classroom was an absolute chaotic mess. Chairs had been turned upside down- highlighting the oodles of gum stuck underneath. The table's were covered in what seemed to be spray paint, all with the symbol that James and I had seen so many times- SLIM.

As we glanced at the teachers desk, I gagged.

"Mr Jamison" I whispered. The lovely 50 year old English teacher, slumped over the desk with his tie dripping with sticky substances. Blood oozed around him and I just prayed that he was still alive.

"James check his pulse" I said quickly. I jumped straight into action, not wanting to waste any time.

How could someone go as far as harming such a lovely old man? From what I heard from George and Kim, he's one of the best teachers here.

The seconds ticked by painfully as I watched James press his fingers into Mr Jamison's neck.

"He's still breathing" He said over the pounding of my heart. A whoosh of air escaped me as I realised he would be ok. Who knows what could of happened to this school if he didn't make it.

"Thank god." I breathed. "Call the ambulance"

James replied with a curt nod and pulled out his high-tech phone.

Whilst he was occupied, I took the time to see if I could find anything useful.

A small part of me was glad that we didn't catch anyone, I would of had to leave. However another part can't help but feel guilty and selfish as I'm not trying as hard and therefore putting peoples lives in danger.

As I wondered to the furthest corner of the room, I noticed something had been crumpled up. As I came closer I noticed it was a photograph. I began to unravel it, pulling at the corners to pull it open.

I flattened it out using the palm of my hand. I took a glance at the photo in front me. A slight gasp came from my mouth as I recognised the person in the photo. I just couldn't put my finger on where I had seen him before.

"The Ambulance are here"

Instantly my head snapped up to where James was standing. He had his hands deep in his pockets, wearing an amused grin.

I nodded my head quickly and shoved the photo in my pocket, hoping to get it back out later when I'm alone and try to figure out who this was.

"So what was that?" James asked nodding his head towards the pocket I had placed the photo in. So much for it being unseen.

"Its um a homework asaignment I forgot to pick up" I replied smoothly. I hoped he didn't catch on that I was telling a lie. I may be a trained spy but I'm not a professional liar.

James gave me a knowing look but didn't question my antics any further.

10 minutes later, Mr Jamison had been rushed to hospital- still breathing, so that was a positive point. However the culprit still had us scratching our heads in bewilderment and I knew the people working on this case with me were becoming extremely impatient.

"Any ideas?" I asked James. We were currently sprawled on top of a classroom desk, staring up at the ceiling as a hopeful attempt in finding out valuable information.

James let out a deep sigh. "Nope" he paused and turned his head towards me. "You?"

I really wish I did. I wanted something so it didn't feel like this is leading to no where.

"I wish" I muttered, releasing my thoughts.

I lifted up my wrist and glanced at the time on my watch. What spy doesn't have a cool watch that has some secret use?

The time read 2:09am.

Upon seeing the time I let out a huge yawn. Damn this day has completely drained me.

"C'mon let's get you home" A hand appeared in front of my dazed face.

I nodded in agreement, taking the hand James offered and pulled myself up from the table I was lying on.

We silently strolled through the deserted corridors and the car park, not bothering to start a conversation after all, we still had a huge weight on our shoulders.

The ride home was pretty much silent, the soft music playing in the background had me dozing off every few seconds until James made a swift turn or ran over a speed bump.

I gazed out the window instead, knowing I wasn't going to get much sleep. Trees and shrubbery whizzed by in a flash as we passed. The sky was still pretty much dark but random dotted street lamps made it easier to see more detail.

The car smoothly came to a halt, Indicating I was finally home. In the dark my house looked somewhat intimidating, the lights were off and it looked un cared for and empty. Most of the time my parents were out on different missions so its only me who fills the house.

I reluctantly hoisted my self out the car. Mumbling a sleepy goodnight to James, I tottered inside, softly closing the door behind me.

The house seemed darker now that the car headlights were no longer shining, reflecting light into the house. However, I noticed a flicker of light coming from the study at the end of the hall. Was dad home?

Confirming my suspicions, the door creaked open and out stepped my father.

"You're home late" he said, smiling softly at me.

Despite me not being very close to my mum, me and my dad had a very close bond. He is extremely understanding and I go to him in difficult situations.

I sighed, a frown knotting on my forehead. "Hard case"

My father nodded in understanding, knowing full well where I was coming from. He has spent many sleepless nights trying to crack something hard.

"You'll work it out" he said, pulling me into a comforting embrace. "Just remember, thing aren't always what they seem"

"Thanks dad" I smiled, squeezing his shoulder as I passed him to get to the stairs. "I'll keep that in mind, night"

The words that my dad had spoke replayed in my mind as I got ready for bed. He was always right. Was something so obvious but I hadn't noticed? I shrugged it of, too tired to think deeply.

I snuggled into my duvet and within seconds I'd been swept off to dreamland.