Royal Agent

Chapter 1- The News

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Chapter 1- The News

     I was skipping down the empty hallways, my long, brown curls swaying side-to-side, when I heard someone call my name.

     “Emma!”

     I stopped skipping and turned around, still jogging in my place. This is how I get my workout everyday- by jumping and skipping.

     The voice belonged to a freshman I see around the school, but never spoke to. She had long, blonde hair that reminded me of my best friend, Camilla. I smiled and pretended to run toward her, arms stretched out as if to say, “help! I’m being chased by someone” but still in the same spot. I was pretty high off of life today.

     She laughed a sweet laugh and jogged the rest of the way to me.

     “Here,” she handed me a note, and I instantly knew who it was from. “It’s from-”

     “Paula,” I muttered, immediately stopping my skipping. She wouldn’t send a note unless it was something really, really, really important. I looked up at the freshman, and realized what I said. “I mean…Principal Sanchez,” I said awkwardly.

     She smiled, not noticing my slipup of the Principal’s name. “See you around,” she said, and walked off in the opposite direction.

     My forehead creased with worry as I looked down at the note. She usually calls for me over the PA system if she needs me. The last time I received this was two years ago, when Paula asked me to come to her office to let me know that my best friend’s Aunt, who had taken care of Camilla since her parents died sixteen years ago, had passed away. She wanted to know how to break it to Camilla, and was pretty upset over it. I told her I’d do it and Cam’s face when I broke the news to her was the saddest thing I’ve seen in my life. Her big, blue eyes had filled with tears and she cried uncontrollably in my arms. Even though we are young secret agents in training—

     Whoa, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up.

     Fourteen years ago, when I was about three years old, my parents- who were secret agents themselves, had died during a mission. I didn’t, and still don’t, know any details about that mission, and I never wanted to, afraid that I might not like the details. I was old enough to have some memories of them, though. Every time I think of them, it feels like I have a huge, gaping hole in my heart. Thankfully for me, my godmother took me in and I have been in her care ever since. Paula Sanchez, my mother’s best friend, and the Principal to my school, has raised me all by herself- making her the closest thing I had to a mother, and this school my home. She raised me as a strong, independent person, with lots and lots of trust. She’s always telling me stories about my parents- how they were the best at what they did, and how I had a name to live up to when I get out of the school and go on to the field.

      My home was an all girls’ school called Astaire Scolaire School of Arts. It was a secret to the outside world- what with the secret agent training and all, so people not part of the Central Intelligence Agency think this school is a prestigious school for really, really intelligent people. Which is quite funny if you think about it; because of the whole ‘Intelligence’ thing…get it?

     Anyway, my school is filled with actual agents’ daughters. These CIA agents, always being on-call and on missions, don’t have time to raise their children, so they send them off to ASSA and other schools like it. Somewhere out there, there is a school for the boys, but I never cared enough to find out where it is.

     In these fourteen years, I’ve already established a name for myself at school. I was the most popular girl at my school, because I was the best at the school, if I do say so myself. All the younger girls looked up to me because I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind and don’t take crap from anyone. Most of them love me and are on my good side. SOME PEOPLE, like Veronica Jacobs, have managed to get on my bad side. Veronica Jacobs and her cronies are the perfect examples of blonde bimbos who are conceited, arrogant and think they run the world. Needless to say, I don’t like them and play occasional pranks on them.