Diary of Me: Thirteen Year-Old Spy [Discontinued]

Chapter Three

I arrived at school all jittery and hyper. I'd run out of decaf then realized I bought the caffeinated kind by accident, after I drank it. I bounced in my seat when I sat down in math. I continued to sip my coffee from my cup. I just couldn't stop. I was hooked. My hands trembled and my thoughts were all over the place. Mrs. Appleton, who was nowhere to be seen, had made the seats we'd sat in our permanent seats for the semester, so I was still stuck in front of Karen.

"You look like you're a goth on drugs," she insulted me. The only clothes I have are black, grey, dark green, or brown, so I'd tried to find something less workout or camouflage-ish. But it didn't work. I eventually settled on a perfectly fitting brown shirt that I liked to wear to the agency and some camo cargo pants with tons of pockets.

"I do not--do I? Nah. Jittery. Very, very, jittery. Hyper sniper. Too too m-much caffeine," I said at record speed. I held out my coffee for no reason and continued, "want some?"

"Sure," she said with mock sweetness. She took my cup from my still trembling hands, removed the lid, and poured my coffee out on my head before I could protest. It got in my eyes, burned my scalp, and made my hair stick to my face. "There, now your hair matches your clothes."

With my brain still overworking itself the only thing I could think to do was fight back. I stood up, grabbed her by her purple and green, frilly shirt, and pulled her up so she faced me. "Don't you ever do9 that again, you hear me? I'm capable of a lot more than you think!" I shoved her back a little and let go.

She laughed in that popular, sarcastic, "yeah right," "aw, so cute you think you can hurt me," kind of way.

With a shaking body and a mind in 37 different places I punched her in the face. "There, now your bruise will match your shirt," I said as slowly as I could and sat down.

Mrs. Appleton walked in and I asked her if I could go to the bathroom. Once I got there, I gave my hair a sink shower, and dried it off as much as I could with paper towels as much as I could before returning to class.

When I returned, Karen was visiting the nurse, and Mrs. Appleton was MAD. She told me Karen said that I punched her several and then poured coffee on myself so I frame her and say she started it. I was in major trouble, with a capital T and a capital ROUBLE, for something I didn't even do, again.

Well. I was suspended for the rest of the week, which was only Friday because we started on a Wednesday, and I now have to go to a lot more Saturday detentions. Scott had to meet with the principal again. He was awfully mad again, but I didn't care. He said I was wanted at the agency, so I wondered mostly what that could be about.

Apparently, Duncan, the head honcho, wanted to see me. I walked into his office reluctantly. He looked up from his computer, "Emma, you've got to stop getting into trouble so much at school. And punching the girl? You're supposed to keep your training a secret. Blend in."

"But she --"

He smiled in that "kids, lol" kind of way. "And why on earth would you poor coffee on yourself?"

"I didn't! She poured it on me and told the teacher I was trying to frame her."

He got serious. "If you get in trouble one more time at school you will be temporarily suspended from the agency."

BOB! No way! Karen can NOT get me suspended from the agency. I will not let it happen. Never. No, sir.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I went home and sulked some, watched some TV, at food, and eventually went to bed.