My Life as a Spy

Chapter Three

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Music for the chapter: This Time Tomorrow- The Kinks

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                                             Chapter Three

After the welcome buffet, we were up in our dorm room. Well, I wouldn’t really call it a dorm room, more like a suite, or small apartment. There was a main area with a TV, desks, couches and normal living room furniture. Off of that there were four tiny rooms each with a bed and a closet. There were two full bathrooms, each connecting to two rooms. We also had a mini-balcony and even a small kitchen area. It has to be the nicest dorm room in the world.

Our other roommate; Melissa O’Brady was already unpacked and relaxing in front of the TV. Melissa wasn’t a genius but she was pure muscle. She was the strongest person I knew. Melissa could beat anyone in a fight, even our instructors! No one wanted to get on her bad side. She was the tallest girl in our class and had fire red curly hair. I had barely talked to her all summer; she was busy working at her family’s pub in Galway, Ireland. “MELISSA!” I yell as she jumps up and attacks Abbie, Julie, and me in a hug.

“I’ve missed you guys so much! Oh, and I love the new decorations!”

“Thanks!” Abbie and I reply.

“Kay, I saw the schedule, I can’t believe that you are actually in operative training. I’m jealous! But happy for you! You have to tell me everything about it. And if you ever need help with anyone, I’m totally there.”

“Ha-Ha okay Melissa, I promise.” I laugh. “Who wants to play some apples-to-apples before we go to sleep? Not that we are going to sleep tonight.”

“I DO!” They all shout.

“Okay, I call dealer first!’ I say.

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            Morning definitely came too soon. “This time tomorrow, where will we be? On a spaceship somewhere, sailing across an empty sea. This time tomorrow, what will we know? Well, we’ll still be here watching an in-flight movie show,” woke me up.

I ran into the bathroom to get the shower before Abbie, she always uses the hot water up and takes over a half an hour. I threw on my uniform, a plaid skirt, shirt with a collar, and a sweater, then contemplated what to do with my hair. Abbie walked in just then to take her shower.

“Morning Kay! Trying to figure out how to do your hair?” Abbie says cheerfully being a huge morning person. I can’t figure out how she has so much energy, I despise mornings.

“Morning,” I grumbled, “How do you always know?”

“You always have a confused but concentrated face when trying to decide every morning.” she laughs.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing,” I say. “Well, any suggestions?”

“Just blow dry it straight, it’s simple and always looks good, which I’m jealous for.”

“Thanks, why would you be jealous? It’s just boring long blonde hair.” I laugh.

“Exactly. I love how long it is. Well, I’m taking my shower. See you at breakfast!” Abbie shuts the door and turns on the water.

            I finish my hair and run down through the massive halls coming to a stop in front of two open floor to ceiling wooden doors. The dining hall was a gigantic room with a vaulted gothic ceiling and bunch of tables scattered throughout. I walked in and quickly realized people were staring at me whispering when I walked by, “That’s the twelventh year in Field-Op training” was all I could make out. I grabbed a blueberry bagel and strawberry cream cheese, practically running over to a table of friends. I poured myself orange juice and jumped into the conversation. “Hey guys! You ready for classes to start?”

“Yea, sure.” Ryan said looking a little mad. I noticed most of my classmates had the same look.

“What’s wrong with you all?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing…” Chloe Lewis answered. She was the most annoying, bitchest person I knew. She got everything she wanted and thought she was a gift from heaven to the world. “Nothing that you would understand.”

“What are you talking about?” I was very confused.

“They were talking about how hard PE was going to be this year. You’re apparently too good to be in it so this doesn’t concern you.” Mandy, an eleventh year Chloe wannabe answered.

“Whoa guys, no need to be rude!” My friend John Jewell answered. John, otherwise known as JJ was the funniest person in the school along with Ryan. He knew how to make the best of every situation. “It’s obvious that you are jealous that you aren’t in Field-Op training.”

“Uh, whatever. We are so not jealous!” They both say and leave. Glad to know I’m still getting the real high school experience with the bitchy girls.

“Glad they are gone. Chloe and Mandy get on my nerves so much dude.” Ryan laughs.

“Oh crap. Look at the time, we’re going to be late for languages if we don’t run!” Julie says. Our entire table gets up sprints out the door and up the stairs to the classrooms. This is going to be an interesting first day.

            The first three classes, Languages & World History, Biochemistry, and Code Cracking were pretty boring (except for JJ and Ryan making something explode in biochem). In ID Changing we were given basic introductions to the class that included some fun exercises. Finally it was my most dreaded and anticipated class ever, Field Operative Training. Oh Joy.

            The letter I had received this morning said the class was meeting in South East parlor of the school, rarely ever used by students, only occasionally by teachers. I made my way to the room, walking in and noticing everyone fell silent. After what seemed like an eternity a nice-looking girl with her black hair in a ponytail and glasses stepped up and introduced herself. Her name was Joyce Shea and guessing by her accent she was Japanese. Everyone started talking again and a few others came and introduced themselves. I felt awkwardly out of place, like I wasn’t wanted here, which seemed to be the case. Walking in, a man I’ve never seen before said he was our instructor.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. I am Mr. Jason Benson. I prefer if you will call me Jason. I will be one of the many instructors this important course will have. Before you ask yes, I am only 25 years old. Now, follow me to the real location of this course.” He turned and walked out of the room. “Hurry up; we have no time to waste!” All of us swiftly exited after him, wondering where in the world we were going.

He headed toward the kitchen and staff area but stopped by a huge life size portrait of the founding headmaster, Sir Charles Geoffrey Bedwin. Yes, I know his name sounds funny.

“Pay close attention all of you. You need to memorize this to be able to get into the room.” Jason then hit the painting’s right hand and tapped his nose and a keypad appeared. He entered in 91694 and the painting slid open!

He beckoned to us to follow and stepped through the arch, illuminating a hallway, leading to state of the art facilities. There was everything and anything an agent in training would need. Communication units (comns), clothes, computers, surveillance cameras, doesn’t even begin to describe all of it. The whole class stared wide-eyed as we looked around. For the rest of class Jason explained to us an overview for the rest of the year. After what seemed to be three million hours; class was over and it was time to meet my friends for dinner. Even though the day went fine, I still had that stupid nagging feeling that something more was going to happen… I just don’t know what.

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