High School for Spies

Conspiracys

What enables Carter to need such weaponry? What exactly is this secretive, mysterious, gorgeous teacher stock piling all of USA's weaponry for.

One and only one answer comes to mind. The teacher is an assassin.

Ok maybe I'm jumping the gun here (no pun intended) but Every thing Carter has been doing us discovering his secret stock pile of weapons leaves me to the conclusion of him being a spy of a rival organisation . Maybe even an undercover terrorist trying to kill people who are against his religion but for what ever reason I know we can't trust him being in our school.

Marty picks up a blue grenade examining the criss-crossed outer layer. My eyes land on a huge glowing screen in the back of one the weaponry rooms which the way there are plenty of . I look around and for a remote but come up empty handed. Voice recognition, I think to myself.

"What the heck is this place"? Questions Marty as he looks through a room full of small machines that most likely cause explosions. "Looks like Carter's been very busy." Julian comments as he speculates.

"Guys this isn't safe to be here, for what ever reason I have a bad feeling about this place and Carter himself. Guys I don't think we can trust him." I say into the silence.

"Tansy's right we need to get out of here before Cater gets back". Mary looks at we with a troubled expression obviously trying to figure out the situation.

We all head for the door at the far end of the giant room after putting everyone back in place so Carter wouldn't notice we were here and back through the musty cupboard into the office. Marty and I climb the rope into the vent, hoisting ourselves onto the ledge at the top were as Julian just walks through the door and goes to find summer were ever the hell her crazy ass went. I wonder what her excuse was for pulling Carter out of his office for a quick tango lesson.

When we reach the door in the vent that opens to the real world Stumbles out and I fall after on top of him so that our heavily breathing mouths are almost touching. Almost.

I push up off of his chest with a blush still on my checks and extend a hand to him. I reaches out for it but I quickly pull away with a smug smile "siked"! I shout and then giggle as he chases me down the hall trying to tackle me.

I know it sounds childish but Marty and I just usually lose any self control around each other and end up running around laughing our heads of and playing pranks on each other. Even of we just find out that our SE teacher has a storage unit full of deadly loaded weapons hidden by a seemingly harmless cupboard.

Then later on that day I'm reminded they Summer and Julian think Mary and I are in the school play so we head down to the hall for the last day of auditions. As soon as I see the stage I feel like I'm gonna hurl but Marty grabs my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Oh the fuckery of my life seems never ending.