Teens Undercover

Chapter 6

Teens Undercover

Chapter 6

I choke on air, coughing hard and reach for my water bottle.

"Are you okay?! I didn't mean to scare you." Matt says, sitting down quickly, looking at me.

"No, no. You didn't scare me. It's just, you were in my hospital room when I woke up." I say, pulling my hair away from my face, "Hope Wilson?" I ask him, seeing if that name rings a bell.

"I thought you looked familiar! I haven't seen you around here, did you just move here?" He asks, getting his stuff for math out.

"Transferred. I went to a... Private school. It had some funding issues so it's temporarily shut down. My mom and my dad work too much to do homeschool and online school doesn't work for me so public schooling was the only other option." I say, smiling

What do you call a school that trains you to kill people?! The CIA? I don't think so!

"Well, it's good to see that you're doing better." He says, putting his keyring in his backpack.

The late bell rings and a group of girls runs in the classroom, "Sorry Mr. Bartlett. We were spreading fliers for the basketball game on Friday." The pack leader of the girls says, "After all, as varsity cheer, it's out job to spread the world." She says, the group of them heading to the back of the classroom.

"That's alright Shay, just be on time next time." Mr. Bartlett says, "Alright, pull out your homework. Hope, you will be excused of this assignment and past and the one we will be having today." He says, looking at me.

"No, I'll be fine to do this assignment. I have already in a higher college math class and this is the highest math class that you offer here so, it's going to be too easy for me." I say, looking at him.

"Well, let me get you a math book."

He says, going over to a book shelf, grabbing a math textbook, "This is yours. Don't lose it or you have to pay $40 dollars to the front office." He says, writing down the number in it.

"Wait! We got a new student?!" The girl in the back say, I think her name is Shay.

"Yes, Hope Wilson." Mr. Bartlett says, pointing to me, "Stand up Hope."

I slowly stand up, turning around and waving to everyone, "Hi." I say, sitting down quickly.

"It's a tradition that whenever we get a new student, they have to stand up and tell us about them, so that we can truly welcome them to out school, which is probably better than the school you transferred from." Shay says, I have my back to her but I can feel her eyes burning into the back of me.

"Stand up and tell the class about yourself Hope." Mr. Bartlett says, going and sitting down in his chair.

I slowly stand up, walking to the front of class, "Well, as Mr. Bartlett said, my name is Hope Wilson. I transferred from a private school for the elite. Both mental and physical. I have a ton of younger brothers and sister. My sister Tylee is in the JV cheer team here. That's kinda me in a nut shell." I say, sitting down quickly, hoping I don't get asked any questions.

"Alright, now. Hand in your homework assignment." Mr. Bartlett says, putting a folder on the front table, "Now, pull out your notebook, we are taking notes today." Mr. Bartlett says, calibrating his smart board.

I take notes, nearly falling asleep because I already know all the stuff we are learning.

If I thought my day would get better, boy I was wrong.

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I get dressed down for PE quickly, pulling on some shorter gym shorts and a light tee shirt. I pull in my expensive running shoes, closing my locker and going into the gymnasium. I begin to run laps around the indoor track, getting warmed up while everyone else sits on the bleachers. I imagine like I am going hurdlers, jumping every 15 yards. I get done and get a drink, by that time, the PE teacher has showed up.

Some person walks over to me, "You should think about joining track in the spring. We could use a good hurdle jumper like you." She says, getting a drink, "I'm Amy by the way." She says, her red hair bouncing in her pony tail.

"Hope, and I don't know. I'm not here because I want too, I'm here because I have too. I told my parents that they shouldn't expect me to join any school sports but I might take you up on that offer. My last school didn't have really any sports teams at all." I say, yelling here when my name is called, sitting down with Amy and her friends, stretching.

I stretch my legs, bending all the way so I am flat on the floor, "Do you guys have a swim team here?" I ask, sitting up and looking at them.

"Yeah, the season is just barley about to start, why? You interested in joining?" Jade asks, watching my stretch, "But why swim?! Girl you should be on the drill or cheer team." She says, watching my stretch.

I roll into middle splits, "Oh heavens no. My little sister is on the cheer team and she will come home and practice her cheers and I gag a little." I say, rolling out of them, "Anyone know what we are doing today?" I ask, putting my arms behind my back and stretching up, going to almost straight up.

"Basketball." Ella says, turning away from me, "That's gross and weird all at the same time." She says, going and getting a drink.

"Why are you so flexible? Do you do dance or something?" Jade asks, shaking her head at me.

"No, my last school was an elite private school and the goal was for every girl to be physically fit and that included tumbling moves." I say, trying to make it sound logical.

We learned tumbling so the we could jump onto widow ledges and dodge punches. That's the real reason.

"Well, I still think that you should consider drill. Half the team got busted at a party and they are going to redo try outs in a little bit. Keep an open mind about it." Jade says, going and getting us a basketball.

"But I can't do drill and basketball, can I?" I ask, putting my hands out for the ball, making a three point shot.

"Yes!!!" Ella says, getting the basketball, "We need a better women's team anyway! You should totally join!" She yells, the class beginning and the sound of shoes squeaking and basketballs being dribbled drowning out nearly any other sound.