My Classified Life

Chapter Thirteen: Bad Accents And Spanish

Everyone needs a break once in a while, right? And hopefully we were actually going to get a real one this time.

My sisters and I went through the usual school lessons every other day and spent the days in between working on mounds of math homework. I felt like I was getting carpal tunnel. I started to fall asleep around 9 every night and woke up at 7 for our little home school. Brit and Sammy spent most of their time typing up college papers for their classes which soon inspired my mom to assign me a 15 page paper on the Pythagorean Theorem, which I didn’t even know it was possible to write a paper that long about a stupid math equation. That took up most of my free time over the next week.

We didn’t hold any mission prep work courses in the shed and so I took it upon myself to keep everything I’d learned fresh in my mind for the next time I saw Dylan. I went around my house and whenever one of my sisters passed me I took what ever was in their pockets. They got annoyed with me very quickly and soon enough, Brit and Sammy became unpickpocketable. If that’s even a word.

I started to wear ear plugs all day and try to read the lips of whoever was talking to me. After about three days of hardcore lip reading I asked them to speak in Spanish and they both drew the line there. Brit and Sammy both started to avoid me because of all my spy practicing so naturally I tried to practice on Christina whenever she came over which wasn’t very often during the periods of time when we didn’t go on any training missions.

I invited her over a couple of times and after about an hour of only talking in Spanish she got sick of me and told me to watch foreign movies if I wanted to lip read so badly.

“Honestly, it’s really creepy when all you do is stare at my lips when I talk. I feel like you have two lazy eyes.”

She and I were both watching a black and white French Romance movie without the subtitles. Somehow the romance scenes seemed even cuter and the guys even hotter when everything was said in French.

“I’m sorry. I just want to make sure I stay in spy-shape.”

“I guess that’s understandable, but it’s still really annoying.”

“Yeah, Brit and Sammy have told me like a million times already.” I tossed some buttered popcorn into my mouth and completely missed when I tried to throw it in the air. What’s a movie without popcorn?

Christina laughed at me slightly. “Oh! I almost forgot. Has Brit heard anything from British Intelligence yet?” Brit had sent off her information and resume there almost a month ago after the Monte Carlo mission. Being in the British Secret Intelligence Agency had been her dream job for some time now. At first she only wanted to work there for the British accents but when she looked more into it, it seemed like the perfect fit for her. Kinda like a normal kid choosing what college to go to and Brit was still waiting for her acceptance letter.

“No she hasn’t heard. But she also applied for the NZSIS, New Zealand Security Intelligence Service. She didn’t look up much about them but according to their Wikipedia page, one of their duties is to ‘Protect against threats of terrorism and espionage.’ So, she applied.” Even through Brit liked to a more ‘behind the scenes spy’ she still wanted her job to deal with espionage which was partially why she applied for NZSIS.

“I see. If she gets accepted to both where will she go?” Christina asked me.

“Depends on a few things. Mom thinks she should go to New Zealand, not sure why though. Probably just because going into British Intelligence is expected. I have a few relatives who went there.”

“That’s a little odd for your mom. Telling Brit to do something different.” she pointed out.

“Yeah, I guess. Either way, it’s up to Brit. She might no get into either.” I tried tossing up more popcorn and failed epically.