The Other Side

Three Teenagers. One Spy: Chapter 9

I awoke to the next morning, waiting in anticipation for the answers I had been somewhat longing for.     

    Twenty minutes later a noise rang through my room.

    “ATTEND BREAKFAST. ATTEND BREAKFAST.” The robotic voice said loudly. Loudly was probably an understatement.

    Covering my ears, I pulled on some clothes and stepped out of my room, remembering the key that was tucked in my jean pocket.

    I turned my head furiously. Where am I going? I wondered. I took in the drab corridor; the walls were washed with a grey paint. Hanging pictures were stuck to the walls. On each picture was a person. I guessed they were around about in their 20’s. Squinting at the small loopy writing I realised that the last name of each person was “Morris.” I didn’t mind the dates of the paintings, but I think the “Wall of Fame” started in the early 1800’s.

    “You learn something new every day.”

    I turned around to see Malcolm leaning against a door. His hair was messy and not in his usual slicked-back-Leon-Mackenell-look. He was still – even though it was morning time – in a suit.

    “And I’m still hoping to find out more – like you said I         could.” I said sceptically.

    “You can. You will. We have a great deal of work to do. You will learn something extremely new to you today. But have some toast first?”

    “I think it would be useful if perhaps I had a map.” I said and looked around the room some more, reading things I had already read.

    He chuckled ever so softly and handed me a “Security official person’s map.” He turned on his heel and began to walk away.

    Before he could turn the corner to his office my voice interrupted him, “Malcolm.”

    “Yes?” He asked, not bothering to turn around to face me, ready to walk away.

    “Thanks.” I smiled slightly. After all he did get me out of the Mianders. After all he is helping me. After all . . .

          The Ups and Downs of Malcolm Morris:

                    (Written By Tansy May)

    UP: He knows what he’s doing. He knows how he’s going to do it and he knows what will happens if he does it.

    DOWN: As much as you sweet-talk him he will not tell you what’s going on.

    UP: He knows all the answers to all of your questions.

    DOWN: No matter how much you ask what those answers are he won’t tell you.

    UP: Even though you’ll never admit it he’s a very Mackenell guy. And you love that!

    DOWN: There’s a bad side to Mackenell. And you’re pretty sure there’s a bad side to Malcolm too.

    UP: Living with Mr. Morris makes it your life a lot, and I mean, a lot, more interesting.

    DOWN: It also makes it a lot more dangerous.

Opening the map the first thought that crossed my mind was, Wow, there are a lot of rooms and the second was, Wow, they’re all off limits to me.

   I don’t know what I was expecting when I walked into the room labelled “Dining pleasures” but it certainly wasn’t a small – but very spy like – kitchen.  Unlike the Mianders home dining room there was a mahogany table with 4 chairs, in the other home (I refer to the Mianders home as ‘The other home’) there was a massive round table that seated twelve (all chairs were silken too).