"What! Why? Why now? It's only been a year that we both started attending this school!" Naomi asks with irritation and astonishment in her voice.
"What can I say? The government posted my dad in Soal and he is very happy about it, in fact, my whole family is happy about it except me." I said with sadness in my tone.
I and Naomi became best friends in a really short time. This is quite natural for us army brats to adjust to a new environment and make new friends quickly. Army brats, this is what people call us and now it became a trend for us to call ourselves with this name. Yes, we might be brats in the eyes of the civilians, getting facilities from the government and getting respect inside the Army community for our fathers' or mothers' jobs. But the truth is that we deserve it and we deserve much more because only we know how it feels when our fathers or mothers are out for a military operation and there are chances that they might not come back. Only we can put a smile on our face while our hearts are caging tornados swirling wildly inside it when our fathers or mothers are out of the country for peacekeeping missions, where anything could happen, they might die or lose their limbs or become paralyzed. We are the brave hearts who are called Army brats and we are proud of it.
"So you will be leaving soon," Naomi said in a low, sad tone.
"Yep," I said in response.
Naomi gave out a sarcastic laugh, "Our lives will go like this, isn't it? Roaming around the country, and now look at you, roaming around the world, not having a place to call home or calling every place we live, our home."
I let out a sigh, "That's what makes us what we are, Army brats."
Suddenly the bell rang signaling the end of the lunchtime.
"We have to rush." Naomi says while getting up from the cafeteria seat.
"Who's class is it?" I ask, not remembering the class at this time in today's time table.
Naomi chuckles and says, "Your favorite, Mr. Frazzer."
I roll my eyes and groan in annoyance.
Naomi pulled me by my hand and said, "Come on, let's go to the dressing room and get changed in our P.E dresses."
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I am now at the gym of the National Intelligence Agency's (NIA) headquarters which is the same sky scrapper where Mr. Frazzer's office is situated. The whole building belongs to the NIA and on our way here my dad said that this building is the most technologically modern building in the country, not from the outside, but from the inside, and yes it is. That day we directly went from the garage to the floor where Mr. Frazzer's office is situated and that's why I couldn't see the magnificence of this building.
Right now I am standing like a dumb in the middle of the gym, having no idea what dad and Mr. Frazzer are whispering to each other while eyeing and pointing at me after every few seconds for the past 10 minutes. I clear my throat, sending them a signal that they just can't let me stand here and whisper to each other and let my curiosity keep growing about the thing they are talking about. Mr. Frazzer and dad both looked at me and Mr. Frazzer smiled.
Smiled! Did he just smile! How? Is it possible for someone like him to genuinely smile!
"You need to lose weight." Mr. Frazzer said with a smile in his face and a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"If that's even possible," Dad whispered under his breath.
I have always been overweight, but not so much that I'll be bullied, and I know that people who know me will never bully me because they know that if they ever even tried to do that, I'll give them a treat of their life. If you know what I mean.
Mr. Frazzer handed me a pair of dumbbells and said, "I'll take care of your workout sessions and my son will give you your shooting lessons."
Shooting lessons!
"Like, I have to learn how to use a gun?" I ask with doubt and confusion in my tone.
"Of course, my child." Mr. Frazzer said in a kind tone.
My child! My ... child! Is it Mr. Frazzer who is talking to me or has any alien took over his brain! Is the presence of my dad the reason behind his kind behavior?
"Ok, I'll leave now and will be back in 3 hours to pick her up." Dad said and left the gym.
Now it was only me and Mr. Frazzer in the gym. He came in front of me folding his arms and said, "Taylor, I do not hate you, I was only strict with you because you were not ordinary to me and I wanted to prepare you mentally for the spy life. You are a very talented girl and I wish that I had a brave child like you...."
My jaw dropped hearing the words that came out of his mouth.
"....Speaking of 'child', now where is my good for nothing son, I want to introduce you to your shooting tutor." Said Mr.Frazzer looking at the gym door impatiently.
Suddenly the door got opened and collided with the wall and a tall, well-built male figure walked in hurriedly.
"You are approximately 7 minutes late, may I know the reason for this delay?" Mr. Frazzer asked the guy.
"Oh c' mon dad, it's not like I am going to start teaching her right now." Said the guy.
Mr. Frazzer rolled his eyes and decided to leave the topic, "Ok Brandon, this is Taylor..."
"Yeah dad, I guessed it." Brandon interrupted Mr. Frazzer while looking at me and slowly walked towards me.
"So you are the girl... " He said and then he leaned down and looked straight into my eyes, "..and it seems like you liked me." He arched his left eyebrow and smirked.
"How do you know?" I asked with confidence and a bit of confusion in my tone.
"Your pupils are dilated." He said, still holding the smirk.
"You read 'Cupid's Match'?" My question came out more like a statement.
'Cupid's Match' is a book that I read in Wattpad and the cupids believe that if you look at someone and your pupils get dilated then you have got a crush on that person.
It looked like he was taken aback a bit at my question or, should I say, statement. He stared at me for a good three to four seconds and said, "Now I have no doubt that dad made the right decision by choosing you for the job."
Mr. Frazzer cleared his throat, causing Brandon to back away from me a little. Brandon looked at Mr. Frazzer and said, "Please send her to me after an hour."
He then looked at me and said with a smile, "Welcome to NIA, Taylor."
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