Royal Agent

Chapter 2- Goodbyes

Chapter 2-Goodbyes

     I was pretty upset over the whole mission thing. So I only did what any normal, sad person does: go to the school gym and punch the punching bags with full force, while bursting loud, angry music…I meant normal for agents in training.

     After running out of Paula’s room, I sprinted straight to my dorm room, stripped out of my jeans, put my workout clothes on, grabbed my iPod and dashed across the yard to the gym. All of this was done in a span of three minutes. I think I just set a record.

     I was in the gym for at least two hours before my arms felt like they were about to fall off. I was pretty sure my knuckles were swollen from all the hitting and punching in the last hour, so I stopped for a drink and leaned against the wall. While I sipped the water, my legs felt wobbly from all the high speed running I did on the treadmill before the punching bags. I gave up trying to stand up and slid down on the wall. When I was on the floor, I got my knees up to my stomach and that was when I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

     So I burst out laughing.

     Soon that crazy laughter turned into deep sobs and before I knew it, my head was between my knees as I rocked myself back and forth, letting everything out.

     My only family. The two people I loved the most in the world, and would give up my life in an instant for. I wasn’t ready to leave them, I really wasn’t. I was sad about it being senior year, but I was prepared by telling myself that I had nine months still. Nine months I would cherish and be thankful for, because who knows where I’d end up after that. I prepared myself for nine months. I needed those nine months with my family and my home.

     But I was being forced out of it.

     I screamed so loud, I think Paula might have heard me in her room two hundred yards away. It was a good thing there was no one in the gym, as it was still summer break.

     I got a control of myself after another ten minutes though. I still didn’t feel okay about leaving my home and family, but forced myself to calm down, took deep breaths, and jogged at a slow pace on the treadmill.

     It’s okay, I keep telling myself. It’s going to be okay.

     I really hope I start believing that.

     After fifteen minutes on the treadmill, I was completely exhausted, physically and mentally. So I got off it, grabbed a towel at the towel cabinet and went into the showers. I turned on the cold water, wanting to cool off my extremely sweaty body.

     The cold water felt like heaven after three hours of nonstop workout. I turned on the warm water after a while though, getting a little cold. I think I stayed in the shower for a half hour.

     By the time I dried myself off and put on fresh clothes (a pair of the school’s workout clothes that I’m not really supposed to wear outside the gym but I figured I wouldn’t get into much trouble considering I was going to be here less than a day. Plus they were freshly laundered, unlike my dripping-of-sweat workout clothes), it was about seven o’clock, which was when dinner started.

     I rushed to my dorm room, thankful to see Mrs. Robbins’ desk empty because she was probably at dinner already. I quickly changed out of the school’s gym clothes and put on jeans and a t-shirt. Then I hurried back to the school’s cafeteria, arriving just in time for the last servings of dinner.

     I grabbed my tray, with a plate of steak and mashed potatoes and went to search for Cam. Since there weren’t that many people, I spotted her easily near the windows. As I got closer, I realized she was sitting all tense and rigid-y and only had mashed potatoes on her tray. I groaned internally as I realized it was probably because she was worried about me. Ugh, I’m so stupid sometimes. I should have told her where I was going.