Just Another Pretty Face

Chapter 1

I was awoken by the dreadful clanging of the clock tower announcing the start of my day, groaning as I got dressed I asked myself why I willingly signed up for the torture known as 'The London Preparatory Academy for Britain's Finest and Brightest'. In all actuality, while the students here are definitely the finest and brightest found in Britain, we hail from all around the globe to get the best tactical, psychological, and physical endurance training offered, our alumni holding the top positions in places such as; Pinkerton's, FBI, Scotland Yard, M16, Secret Service, CIA, and other well known defensive and investigative agencies.

I've been at this Academy since graduating high school at age 16 and today is the start of finals, better known as hell week. Some morons say, 'Hell week, finals? Quit being a baby it can't be that bad.', however those pampered idiots don't know what they are talking about. Hell week at our school isn't normal, during hell week we eat once a day, our meal is given after the day's tests and consists of; half of a PB & J sandwich, a granola bar, and a piece of fruit. Throughout the day we are administered a number of tests based on that day's subject, day 1 is for hacking and computer skills, day 2 is diplomacy and interrogation methods, day 3 psychological skills and mental strength, day 4 is combatant and defensive skills, and finally, day 5 is Mission Simulation. Our ranks and skills are assessed and weighted on a point scale and the ranks are released after graduation, the top three graduates are assigned a special mission and are given top choices on what agency they wish to work with, naturally I plan on being one of those three people.

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"Oomph" I muttered as I glared at the guy smirking at me, "Aww, what's the matter sweetheart, done already?", he mocked, "You're nothing but a pretty face, a distraction meant for people while the real agents save the day." Oh, that boy said that to the wrong person, he ain't even gonna see it coming. I looked up from where I was crouched on the floor and smirked, "The feeling's mutual darling, you're just a sexist pig who's about to get taken down a few notches." Before he could reply I swept my leg behind his knees and brought him crashing to the floor with my boot at his neck. I leaned over and patted his cheek and said, "better luck next time sweetheart, but don't worry I made sure to leave your 'pretty face' unharmed, after all I don't want to take all of your opportunities away. Yes I know that was cruel but guys like that get on my nerves, I mean seriously, yes I am clearly female but I'm here for a reason and that reason is that I'm a great spy who just wiped the floor with that sorry butt. Anyways I don't have time to worry about him I've got to get ready for tomorrow which is the mission simulation.

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"Get your lazy butts up, this is an academy for Britain's brightest not laziest people, mission simulation is in 20 minutes gear up and get out."

Oh goody, time to get up, normally I'd be worried but I was full of confidence, I've been training for this for a while and nothing would stand in my way. As I pulled on my gear I smirked thinking of the victory I was about to accomplish, only one person had a shot at beating me and he would be giving it his all, in all the history of the academy the Mission Simulation Victor has always been male, I plan on changing that.