Life at Sea Brook

What I see when I look in mirror on my 16th birthday is not really a surprise. I knew this day was coming, I had known sense I was 11. I'm a Royland , it was my "life's quest" as my dad put it. I looked at myself in black leggings, a white v-neck , knee high black leather boots , and my leather jacket , and well I looked kinda hot. Now this outfit was not choosen for the edgy hot factored it gave my look, though that was a bonus, it was chosen because I was going off to Sea Brook Academy: the best spy school in the world.Oh and my family, we both owned and created it back in 1608. My like great great great great great great great great great, you get the point, grandfather was a spy. His dying wish was to continue out his legacy, so he gave his massive amounts of cash to his son who created Sea Brook Academy and Sea Brook Intelligence Agency.So basically being a Royland meant you had to be badass.

I pulled my waist length dirty blond hair into a high bun and grabbed my black duffel bag and headed down to the kitchen. Yes both my parents were kick ass spy's , and they along with all other Royland descendants headed the S.B.I.A, but we still had a normal home in Connecticut for when they weren't away on work and for me to spend the first 16 years of my life before headings off to training which went of for 4 years. It was August 22 and in two days S.B.A would start, so today I headed to the airport where I along with all other students accepted in this area would travel to a small town in England called Sea Brook.

"Mom we gotta go!!!" I screamed when I saw she wasn't in the kitchen. 

"Calm down Kristina, I'm right here." My mom said strolling in .she grabbed the keys and motioned me out to the car.

(3 hours later)

I sat in terminal 6D waiting for my airplanes boarding time. I had already gone through security, did currency exchange, and had a small dinner. It was now 8 pm and my plane would leave in a half hour.

"Seats 1-30 may now board the aircraft."the attendant said.

I looked at my ticket and read "seat 23". I got up with my black satchel purse and walked over to the boarding ramp. I showed the attendant my passport and ticket and made my way onto the plane. I looked along the tops of the seats to find mine. Seat 23 was an aisle seat and there was someone already in seat 24 by the window. 

I looked at him, he seemed about my age and had chestnut brown hair . I sat down and turned to him. 

"Hi I'm Kristina Royland nice to meet you" I said kindly trying to see if he was a student too. 

"Eric Allen, nice to meet you to agent." He said with a slight grin shaking my hand. 

"We're not quite agents yet." 

"With your family, you practically are." 

"So where do we sleep" I replied with no hesitation. 

"12 78 98" he replied in the same manner. 

"Looks like you're just as prepared." I said now with affliction to my words and a smile on my face. I looked at Eric more closely, with his defined jaw and silver blue eyes, he was kinda hot with a total badass factor. I turned away and smiled to myself, know my life as a spy was just beginning.