My Life as a Spy

Chapter One

                  We all have heard the rumors. We all secretly want to be one. Spies. Secret Agents. Whatever you want to call them they're here. Living among us, we never suspect who they exactly are. Kaylia seems like a normal teen girl with a terribly unfortunate life. But will she live up to the expectations of those around her? Or will she fail, bringing everyone in her contact in grave danger. Which side will she choose, the good, bad, or death.

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                                                                   Chapter One

 The morning sun shimmered over the morning dew while birds sang their gleeful chirps. A woman watched carefully from across the street as a young girl drove up to the house and ran inside.

“So what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed, we’re just having fun, we don’t care who sees. So what we go out, we don’t care who sees, living young and wild and free,” my best friend, Abigail Green, runs into my room singing.

“Kaylia! Get your little butt out of that bed right now before I make you! We have some MAJOR back to school shopping to do! We go back to Lochwood Academy in two days! And are we ready? Not at all! So let’s go, go go!”

Abbie is basically my sister. We love all the same things and get along great but definitely have our arguments and annoyances. Though opposite of me she has layered brown hair and is tan. Abbie is extremely tall and towers over me.

“Okay, okay! Chill Abbie! I’m getting up! Give me fifteen minutes and I will be all set for a shopping spree!” I yell back, jumping out of bed and running into my bathroom. I forgot to mention how enthusiastic she is about everything. And she just reminded me that in less than two days, we’d both be on a plane headed back to our boarding school, Lochwood Academy. Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Lock is not just any school; it’s a... well... a spy school. To the rest of the world it’s an elite performing arts academy that you’re asked to attend. But to the students, it’s secret special agent training. The graduates go on to work for the CIA and agencies like that, and the most important (and famous) people in the world. Like, the President of the United States, the Queen of England, Elvis, Michael Jackson, Tyra Banks, Oprah, just to name a few of the more well known ones. Oh, and they don’t let just anyone in. They handpick the students, only 12 to a grade. You could compare it to Hogwarts in Harry Potter actually. If you are chosen you get a letter when you turn ten years old.

 “Abbie! I’m ready!” I yell as I run downstairs wearing white shorts, a pink tank top and matching pink toms. “Let’s go! We have a ton of shopping to do!”

“Okay. Where to?” Abbie says as we hop into my 1968 mustang, blue with a white stripe down the middle.

“Well, I was thinking we would hit up the mall and Main Street. That sound good?” I reply.

“Yep! Oh, and we should get some décor for our room too. It needs a major re-vamp, the stuff we got ninth year won’t cut it as twelveths.”

“Of course! Maybe we could do black and white with pink, purple, and blue accents?” I suggest.