My Classified Life

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Amazing Race- Spy Style

 You know that feeling when you're so overly tired that every single sound comes like a hammer to your head? An explosion in your brain? When a single noise sends you jolting? Yeah, it was one of those mornings.

I had been trying to sleep in from my late night out, and my even later night tossing and turning. I still don't know how I could sleep in the car when he was sitting next to me and then come home and not be able to sleep alone in my bed. It will forever be a mystery. The noise that caused me to spaz out in my bed was my alarm clock that I never used. The sound pulsated through my room in loud buzzes/beeps and my hand searched for it, almost throwing it across the room when it wouldn't shut up! The mechanical red letters told me it was 7:00 in the morning. It was so weird, I didn't remember setting my alarm....

I ignored the alarm clock and turned over in my bed onto my other side and settled into the comforter once more, only seconds from drifting off into a peaceful sleep once again. The loud yell of my mother broke me from my almost sleep. “Emily, wake up! Mission prep work today!”

Her super sensitive mom hearing somehow picked up my audible groan as I covered my head with my comforter and ignored her defiantly. “Don't make me get the water bucket!”

She wouldn't dare, and we both knew it. My mom wasn't the type to do such a silly thing. No, my mom is the type to simply march into my room and tear open my curtains, flooding the entire space and lighting it up in bright morning sunlight. She used to do this more often and I got good at sleeping for at least another half hour, until she also ripped the covers off my body, leaving me shivering in my jammies.

“Up!” she ordered for the second time. Only then did I listen and dress in my typical shorts and t-shirt, whipping my bed-head into a tight ponytail and not caring how I looked. It was too early to care.

As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed I wasn't the only one who had met a rude awakening this morning. Sammy hadn't even bothered to change out of her ratted pajamas, her hair looked like Piper had gotten to it, and her eyes always threatened to snap shut. Needless to say, neither of us are morning people.

Sammy's spoonful of milk and lumpy cereal stood above her bowl, dripping milk, she didn't bother eating it and started messing with the mushy food. I settled on grabbing an orange and tearing the peel off. With my hands sufficiently sticky and my mouth full of orangy goodness, my mom started to tell us her agenda for the day.

“Like I told you both, we're doing mission prep work for the day. I have something very special in mind for the next trip we take and you will both need to work really hard today to prepare for it.” she paused, her eyes searing into us to show just how serious she was being.

“Will you just tell us what we're doing, already?” Sammy spoke groggily, yet at the same time her words were snarky. She was very irritable in the morning.

Mom ignored her and moved on with her little lecture. “Today both of you will be going through my own special boot camp. A spy needs to be in shape in case they need to run to get somewhere fast, run away, or chase something.”

“Why are we doing this? Are we racing the next mission? I thought we all learned back in South America that Em is the fastest runner. Endo story.” My mom glared at Sammy but she paid no mind.

“You both need to be in shape.” Mom defended herself further but Sammy murmured, interrupting her.

“Last time I checked a circle is a shape...”

Whether or not she heard her, she continued on. “So get dressed, finish breakfast. You're going for a run. Welcome to Smith Boot Camp.” and with that she left the kitchen and left Sammy and I, each with a sickly feeling in our stomachs.