When we were young

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THEY THEM

Every hall was memorized, every nook and cranny of every wall was drawn in the small notebook they held in their right hand as they scribbled down the last of the plan. The other three stood impatiently against the solid yellow wall as they waited for instructions.
"You," the figure pointed to the first person before pointing towards the notebook. A small evil smile spread across their face.
"Your up first."

REAGAN

Reagan sat in her classroom staring at the chalkboard, she couldn't help but notice everything different about the classroom since the previous day. The eraser was set a good three inches from where the teacher had last set it, the map had been re-stapled to the wall, and the desks had been moved up a small inch.
"Reagan Briggs," she snapped out of her daydream as the teacher looked at the twelve year old kid with a frustrated look.
"Can you answer the question?" The teacher thought she had Reagan beat, she should have known better. Reagan looked at the writing on the board and instantly connected the dots,
"The answer 5.75," her teacher glared at Reagan but continued to teach. Reagan played with the tips of her chocolate hair and fell back into her day dream, waiting for the final bell to ring. She hated school, she just wanted to go back to the days she would run around the lab with Scarlett as the women taught her everything she needed to know about Chemistry. Unfortunately, middle school didn't allow that, even though she had begged her parents over and over about being homeschooled at the FBI academy. The answer was obviously no yet it was fun to bug them about it. Finally the bell let out its ungodly screech and Reagan basically leapt out of her seat and sped into the hallway where the sea of students started to form.
"Charlie!" She waved at her best friend who turned around and smiled at her. They met when they were five, she was the only kid whose parents would let her hang out with an FBI agent's kid. Their lockers were next to each other, Charlie had decorated hers with running quotes and stickers while Reagan's just had a small drawing of a gun by one of the older boys who thought it was funny to mock her. She had tried to wash it off several times but it never budged.
"You ready for the Math report tomorrow?" Charlie asked as Reagan pulled her books out of the locker and into her bag. Reagan sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I really don't want to do that tomorrow, plus why would we do it in the Tank? Isn't there plenty of space in the math lab?" The tank was an all glass outdoor classroom, it held a huge black board and multiple technical advancements. Which was why it was usually just used for the twelfth graders end of year projects. Charlie shrugged and hugged her goodbye before making her way to her father's classroom, leaving Reagan to walk to the pick up line alone.
By the time she got out of the building to when Reagan was standing at the sidewalk, she had seen a good dozen things that had been changed from the school and its scenery. She shook her head, trying to get everything out before climbing into Judds car. Her parents already worked with five teens who could easily beat Reagan in any mind game possible, she couldn't add on another one even if she wanted to. She knew her parents would never allow her to join the program anyways, something about it being too dangerous for her.
"Hello miss," Reagan smiled as Scarlett practically leapt out of the car and smothered Reagan in a hug, she loved Scar, she was always the one who made sure Reagan was alright. Her mom and dad were incredible people, she knew that for a fact, yet they weren't always the best as knowing the difference between work professionalism and family life. It constantly bled in between the two, causing some really awkward moments between Reagan and the two agents.
"I missed you so much!" The women said making Reagan giggle,
"Scarlett I literally saw you yesterday." She climbed into the car and listened as Scarlett talked on and on about her day and how her job was going. Reagan tried to listen but her brain kept going towards Judd, something had changed about him.
"Did you get your beard trimmed?" Reagan blurted out making the car go quiet for a few seconds.
"Wait, you trimmed your beard!" Scarlett squeaked, taking a closer look at her father's face. Judd playfully pushed the older women away and looked at Reagan from the rear view mirror.
"Glad someone actually noticed," he winked at her and continued to drive. Reagan smiled back and looked out the window as he turned down their road, the neighbors had cut three of their roses off from the garden, they moved their gnomes around, and finally replaced the one shingle on the roof that was threatening to fall. Thank god, it was really getting on Reagan's nerves.
"Are mom and dad home?" She asked as Judd pulled up into the driveway, Scarlett stretched and nodded.
"Yes ma'am, they got a new case today so I don't know how available they are, but they are physically in the house." Reagan silently nodded and got out of the car.
They were physically there, nothing more nothing less
That's all her parents really were since the program had started with Dean and Lia. She understood the fact that they had to work hard and concentrate fully on the task at hand, but she missed her parents actually Being at home mentally. As she walked through the door, the familiar tension almost strangled all her hopes of it being a normal day out of her.
"What's going on?" She questioned as she walked into the kitchen, seeing that it was only the five teens who sat at the table starring harshly at the papers spread between them.
"It's a threat, on the Bureau." Lia flippantly stated as she twirled her jet black hair in between her fingers, her eyes nearing boredom. Reagan snorted at how lightly she was taking it.
"Lia, it's no time for jokes," Dean said as he collected the papers just as Reagan got close enough to see them.
"I'm not a kid anymore Dean" she rolled her eyes as he didn't budge. Her parents never let Regan see any evidence, only listen to what was being said and even then, most of it was only kept between the adults and teens.
"Where are my parents?" She decided to change subjects knowing fully Dean would not budge.
"They left a few minutes ago, chasing a lead about the threat, they should be back tomorrow," Reagan nodded and quickly ran up to her room, throwing her bag down before tossing herself onto the bed. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it.

Mom- night, see you tomorrow

Reagan bit her lip and contemplated not answering, but then that would lead to a phone call and that was something she was not willing to do.

Reagan- ok

She hated how it wasn't easy to express emotion to her parents. She set her phone down on the desk and turned to her computer, quickly beginning to do homework, slightly excited for the distraction she had with her math report. It should go smoothly, Reagan wanted to believe it would. Yet, she had a feeling in her stomach that wasn't going away, and oh how she wished she listened to it.