School Spy

I get kicked out of class

Cortier High School, 10:00:56, near the chemistry labs.

Walking with my friends to class almost seemed like a chore. I had to be able to listen, comment, and be able to survey the people passing me, watching their every step. I doubted that there would be anything big in my small high school, but who knows. Anything is possible, nowadays. I push aside a Freshman girl, who is flirting with (I assume) her boyfriend. Yuck. That's almost despicable. Meanwhile, my friend Bridget was still talking.

"-And he was totally unfair! I mean, I had it right there and-" I tuned her out again. Boring.

"Lulu?" she asked, turning to me, clearly noticing my absence to her oh, so interesting talk.

I frowned. That juvenile kid nickname bothered me. "Don't call me that, Giggy."

She just laughed. "What? Giggy? How did you get that one?" I didn't reply. I didn't feel like explaining.

Approaching the door to my science class, I turned to Bridget. "Hey, so I heard about the whole 'Bryan' thing. Is it true that he hit Cathy?"

She gasped and started choking. Our teacher turned around and glared at us. "Mind acting normal?"

I mumbled a quick apology and sat in my seat. Bridget sat down next to me, her face still filled with shock. "Wait, did I hear you wrong? He wouldn't do that," she said. "He is as gentle as a baby!"

I sighed. No one else must have known, I thought, if Bryan didn't even tell his own sister. "It's just a rumor, I think," I said quickly. "I don't think he would do that." Mentally, I was beating myself up. When your dad works for the police force, and you the FBI, you know mostly everything before anyone else finds out. Even the family.

The teacher, Mrs. Portobello, was writing on the board. Something about chemical reactions. She turned around sharply. "Remi, tell me. In the experiment that we discussed yesterday, what happened?"

I quickly retaliated, "Oh, Mary, I believe that it was about how oxygen makes metals rust."

She frowned, "Do you need to go to the office? I'm sure Mr. Beau would love to hear what you have to say for yourself."

I scoffed. "Yeah. Maybe he'll tell you how to treat students respectfully." Smirking, I sat down in my seat and crossed my arms. I knew I won. The only disappointing thing was that my teachers had no idea about my job. If they did, special treatment would be the 'norm'. Sadly, it was against the rules to tell anyone about my job, aside from my parents. They covered that on the first day of the job.

Sadly, I was wrong about winning. She came up to my desk. "I think that you should go to the deans."

"Whatever," I said, getting out of my seat and throwing my bag on my shoulder. I left the classroom, but I didn't stop at the office. I went to the side entrance of the school and opened it, feeling the cold air against my face. Walking outside was calming to me, no matter the weather. Though, then, I wished I brought something warmer than my jeans and my purple shirt. I took my shoulder-length hair out of the ponytail it was in, and placed it around my neck. Insta-scarf.

Quickly walking past the homeless center where creepy people hang out, I reached into my pocket and felt the money I had. I had a 20 on me. The train station was just a few minutes away, so I walked a little faster. The bitterness of the cold was almost unbearable.

Entering the station, I quickly pulled out my card, and added 10 dollars on it. I'd go grab something to eat, I thought, and then go home. I swiped my card, but the machine beeped, "error!" flashed across the screen. I frowned and swiped it again. The same message appeared.

"Maybe you should put money on the card," someone said. "That always helps."

I turned around to face a young man in a orange jacket. "I did, but it didn't work," I swiped the card again. "See?"

He chuckled. "I think that isn't the card you're looking for. Try again."

"What do you mean? Of course it i-," I looked down at the card in my hand. Oops. I opened my bag, put the school ID in the pocket where I keep all my different papers and stuff, and pulled out the right one.

While I was closing my bag, the boy asks, "So, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at school?"

I turned back around and swiped the correct card. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be working? Gotta go get that money." I walked through the barrier, and the doors shut. The man just laughed and went to help someone else.

I checked my phone. It was 10:45. The train would be there in a few minutes.

"Mind telling me what is with that attitude?" The man was back. I sighed angrily and whipped around. He was leaning against one of the dirty walls, arms crossed.

"Never you mind! Go help that old lady over there!" I pointed at a lady, who was carrying too many shopping bags.

He just rolled his eyes. "I can take a lunch break." He yelled to another man in an orange jacket. "Willy, gonna take my break!"

Willy snorted, and started snoring. I doubted that he even heard what Mr. Stalker said.

"See? Piece of cake. On break now. Where are you headed?"

"Somewhere away from you!" I tapped my foot, hoping that the train would hurry.

"Chris. Chris Monet." The man said, holding out his hand.

"Whatever, Monet. Go and paint a few pictures, why don't you?"

Chris laughed. "No relation to THE Monet, if that's what you're insinuating." He took off his "Nike" hat, and smiled at me. "So what's your name, funny lady?"

"Luna! Luna Remi." I turned to face the annoying boy who kept bothering me.

"Hello, there, then, Luna." Chris walked towards the downtown train. Turning around, he walked backwards, smiling. "You coming?"

I sighed and followed, watching as he took off his orange jacket and threw it away from him, landing on his co-workers face. The train was packed, so we had to stand. "So, where are you going, and please, no more sarcastic remarks."

"I don't know," I said. "I was going to get something to eat."

He grinned. "I'll show you something. But you have to make sure no one else finds out, okay?"

"What? Your hidden stash of exotic foods?" I said, looking up at him.

"You could say that, I guess." He grabbed onto the railing to stay upright, as the train lurched to the left.

Suddenly the train shook. And then everything went black.