Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little on how awful this week was, but let me set the scene.
So the sun is just going down after a less than wonderful Saturday afternoon of running an obstacle course the US Navy SEALS would shake in their boots by looking at. The showers that evening were colder than ever, and dinner was something very close to what scraps you would feed a pig.
Regardless, we scarfed it down hungrily and fell onto our rock-hard cots prepared to get a few hours sleep before the start of the next day.
The next day started approximately one hour later.
"Wake up honey buns!" Boomed Sergeant Thames. "We've got an exciting week ahead of us, and we instructors gotta lay down some rules!"
Groaning I kicked out of bed and threw my combat boots on. What had once been shiny new boots, one's I had much affection for, were now worn out with major holes and the soles all but falling off.
Wonderful. I thought. Just what I always dreamed about.
"Come on sugar bunnies! No diddly-daddling! We got places to be and people to see!" Thames barked.
"His terms of endearment don't seem very sincere to me," I whispered to Andrew.
Andrew smiled and tried to hold back a laugh. "Really?" He asked. "I thought we were his perfect little cake pops."
"For such a fit guy with a no sweet diet he sure knows a lot of names for sugary foods," Payton muttered.
"He does it to trick his brain into thinking he's eating something sweet when he tears into us," Cody whispered.
"Lemon drops! I needed you out that door twenty minutes ago! Let's go, let's go!"
We were still asleep twenty minutes ago. I cried to myself as we lined up to leave the barracks.
Hanna was shuffling her feet and her eyes were glossy. Everything about her just screamed Give me sleep!
Surprisingly Harry seemed to be looking for someone to blame for this rude awakening. The short hour we had been lying on our cots was all we got for the next two days.
As Thames led us to the school house to be "debriefed about your upcoming lesson" we were slapped by the harsh reality of the cold night. That is, we all woke up real quick once we realized we left our nice coats hanging on their hooks.
Stupid mistake. I thought. We were all to tired and feeling rushed by Sergeant Thames to think about grabbing something so essential.
The school house looked completely different when we entered it from what it looked like that afternoon when we had left our languages class. There were monitors hanging top from bottom on one of the walls and each desk was fleshed out with computers, tablets, and other gizmos and gadgets.
"Sir," Hanna said, "What is all of this tech for?"
Thames grinned. "Well cookies, go ahead and sit in your assigned desks. Dr Phillips will be in shortly to begin your debriefing."
"Yes sir," Hanna replied, "but can you tell us what it will be about?"
"Dr Phillips will be in shortly," Thames repeated. "Good luck honey buns."
Thames walked out the school house and with the closing of the door Death Week had officially began.
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Parker and The Super Secret Spy School
حركة (أكشن)Parker is a thief. She was trained by her dad and knows her way around a con. But when King gets arrested and she ends up running away from an orphanage, Parker ends up in a strange school built to make spies. Parker quickly learns that there's not...
