Before we began spilling this top secret information, please advise that this is not accurate to the truth but it is gosh darn close. We have no intention of offending anyone or performing acts of betrayal. We are merely background characters in a story that should've ended differently. This is only a message to the oblivious. However, even if it's not ours to tell please acknowledge that this is America and it's a free country.
Sue me.
MISSION 1 : Operation Start-crossed haters (failed)
• Assigned to Agent Iris and Agent Sophie.
-Report from Agent Iris: (date unknown)
I didn't mean to become a spy, in all honestly I was just trying to keep up with school. But I did, starting the summer before my junior year of high school. And like most stories they start out innocent, a blue sky, a warm day, and a group of friends. And I became particularly close to three people, my brother (unfortunately), a sweet girl named Lilly, and some weird white kid that I don't talk to.
Now, our friendship came to be by complete accident, but hey I don't control current events. However, all of us became custom to one another, and oddly enough I learned to enjoy it. So together we survived the notorious struggles of band camp.
For those of you who are curious, band camp is very similar to a boot camp.
Just harder.
Not to mention, filled with high schoolers who willingly signed off 5 months of their lives to train in unbearable conditions and drowning heat. Where water breaks were as rare as world peace, because who cares about children's safety right? I'm joking btw, I love band camp yay.......... please save me.
However, unlike most students who are out there with their brass and wooden instruments, mine was different. I played the flag, also known as colorguard.
For those of you who don't know, it's an instrument that in order to play you have two dance with poles. And no that doesn't make us strippers, although I could pick out a few who would fit that particular career.
*cough cough*
Anyways, the beginning of my first mission started on the first week of school. Now School does things to students, slowly you can see bags and darkness forming beneath solum eyes, their backs humped slightly from carrying backpacks, not to mention this weird feeling you get seeing everyone in "people" clothes.
See, during band camp everyone's dressed in athletic attire that shows of skin, due to summer heat. Our faces are covered in sweat instead of makeup, odd tan lines appear on our arms and legs-from the shorts and oddly cut shirts we would wear. And our hairs would always be tied up in braids, ponytails, or hidden beneath a hat.
So coming back to school and seeing everyone look like actually people is a weird feeling. Faces covered in makeup, hair down and styled, long jeans that covered our legs and nice shirts to go with them. Clothing style says a lot about someone, especially their personalities. Unfortunately in our school, our personalities are what divides us, not our social classes.
When you're a spy you learn that personalities reveal our lies and truths, our desires, and our motives. And I became particularly aware of the motives of Lilly, who became one of my closest friends, and her relationship with my brother.
I've been watching them flirt for the past three months since we started our little friend group. Although I'm not sure if they were trying to hide it or not, but if so then they did a poor job. Also, it just so happens that high school is like an ocean of gossip, and you begin to hear many interesting things if you stay quiet and listen closely.
So they became close, sharing glances and touching each other in a way that only two people who like one another should. I was aware of them dating, but didn't say anything until one day Lilly pulled me in a practice room alone, and confirmed it for me. Now a part of me knew I should've acted surprised, but then there's another part of me that knew I shouldn't be wasting my breath.
Lilly and I became particularly close friends over the past few months, we learned to trust and share each other's experiences. Plus she was easy to talk to, so there was no need to feel suspicious.
So I told her what I was suppose to say, I told her that knew this whole time and that I was happy for them. But then I was also hesitant to tell her what I wanted to say, but I would be a terrible friend if I didn't. So I told her the truth, the lies, the cheats, the trails and errors that I've collected over the years about my brother. I told her all of it, at least the parts that I was allowed to. The rest isn't my story to tell, and I wasn't about to have another friend become a victim of his schemes. I also told her to be careful, because even if I knew that it wasn't gonna last, I at least wanted her to be happy in whatever time they would have left.
That was our first mission as spies, to make sure everyone was happy and unharmed, but we failed.
