To a normal fifteen year old girl keeping a journal would be no crime. But to me, Evelyn Goode daughter of the legendary Cameron Morgan-Goode it's basically the next best thing to a crime. If this journal gets out to anybody with lower than level three clearance, I'm dead. Not grounded or in a lot of trouble, no, I'm literally dead. Someone will hunt me down and kill me. But I've got to write down everything that happened this semester while it's still fresh in my mind. Maybe someday it'll be a gift to my children, or grandchildren or something sweet and sappy like that.
Like all good stories I suppose I should start at the beginning. Here goes...
"Don't get into too much trouble." I rolled my eyes as my mom gave me a super embarrassing hug outside the mansion that I'd learn to call my second home. "I'll try my best, but no promises." I said squirming out of her iron embrace. Dad kissed my forehead as he always did when he said goodbye, "I don't want to receive any letters from your grandma this year." I laughed, "Come on guys, it sounds like you don't want me having any fun at all this year." Both my parents chuckled with me, they knew that sometimes rule breaking was just a part of being a spy, and besides I usually never got into any serious trouble... usually.
"Seriously, though, write often won't you, Ev?" My mom called after me as began to walk up the steps of my school. (valet would be taking my bags) "I will!" I called back waving as both my parents slipped back into the limo that had brought us there.
I walked into the main entrance of Gallagher Mansion, it was filled with girls of all ages chattering about their summers. I'd personally had a super grueling summer spent conditioning with my dad while my mom was on some top secret mission. When mom's gone dad likes to work out, and I don't mean normal pumping iron sort of working out. When we work out we typically do it while dodging lasers. The sad thing is we do it by choice. Sometimes I wonder if in order to be a spy there has to be a little something seriously wrong with your self preservation instincts.
I didn't stay to chat. Instead I went straight upstairs to the West Wing where the girls' suites were located. It took my three minutes and forty seven seconds to get there. (When you're a Gallagher Girl, you basically have an internal chronometer) I opened the door knocking on the frame as I walked in. Before I could even see who it was someone wrapped their arms around me yelling, "EVALYYYN!" I laughed and hugged back my friend, "Missed you to Joe." I said holding her at arms length. Jolene McKinnon took after her father with red hair and freckles, unfortunately her mother had to divorce him shortly after Joe's birth because he just couldn't adjust to his wife's spy life.
I always thought Joe should have been a model. The girl was at least five nine as thin as a rail and had the most bewitching smile. Even though she didn't have hair or eyes like her mother she still resembled Aunt Macey. I think it had something to do with attitude. Joe is basically the
"Boo!" Somebody had crept up behind me and pinched my sides. I jumped up and turned around. "BRY!" Bryony Newman was the daughter of the infamous Bex Baxter and apparently bad-assness is a dominant gene in the Baxter family. The funny thing was unlike her mother father and grandparents Bry wasn't over five eleven. She was a solid five feet and three inches. Not extremely short, but when she lines up for the family photo... they usually end up putting her on a stool. But her height definitely comes to an advantage in the field. Have you seen that girl do acrobatics? She makes professional gymnasts look like newbs,
After hugs were exchange all around we all started talking at once about our summers. Joe our resident hacker had managed after almost two months to hack into the top secret files of Blackthorne (She's that good) just to see what our brothers over there were up to. We'd all been kind of disappointed with the information because they were basically doing the same things we were doing. From what she could tell there were no plans of merging the two schools anytime soon. The reason we were so obsessed with Blackthorne was because the odds were in our favor to eventually marry and live happily ever after with a Blackthorne boy. Both Bry's and my mom had? And plenty of girls at Gallagher's dads were created at Blackthorne.
Bry had helped her parents on a mission to guard an Indian princess. And I told my boring tale of how my summer vacation was basically just a week and a half doing stuff with my mom and then the rest of the time was spent working out with my dad until mom came home about three days before the start of school.
Finally with a mysterious grin Bry asked what we all really wanted to talk about, "Are you guys ready for Cov. Ops?" I was glad Bry had said it her British accent really made things sound at least seventy two percent cooler. "OhmygodYES!" I said running my hands through my hair. We were finally going to do Cov. Ops! It was basically every spy's dream. We were going to get to go into the town Roseville Virginia finally. Do spy stuff, meet people (boys people) and well... Do spy stuff!
Joe gave Bry and I a really significant look, "Guys. This is the year that we stop being girls at a boarding school, and start being spys." I couldn't help but grin. She was totally right.