I tap my pencil against my paper. I should have just kept my mouth shut, I think. Too late now. Now I'm stuck here with Ms Acne.
"Excuse me?"
Crap, I said that out loud!
"Uh, nothing."
"Well keep your mouth shut."
"That's not what your husband said to me last night," I mumble.
"Elizabeth, mouth closed!"
"Okay, definitely not what your husband told me last night."
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The Beureu
PertualanganA group of highly intelligent teenagers is drafted to protect an on coming threat in the FBI. The young agents are sent to Quantico, Virginia to find out the traitor in the group of trainees.
