Ok, so the name's Zachary Jared Goode but I go by Zach and this is what happened in my second semester of 10th grade at Blackthorne. You should know what Blackthorne is because if you are reading this then you must have at least level 4 clearance. It's a spy school for boys located in New York, I mean you don't have to be a spy but really everyone is a spy who graduates from here because I mean come one what normal school teaches you the Wendelsky move in P.E. and our P.E. isn't even Physical Education, it's P&E which stands for Protection & Enforcement. But back to this report, well this is good practice for the future so enjoy, but tell anyone and I will come and kill you, got it? Good (e)!

"We can't be late for Cove-Ops. We have 6 min. 49 sec. Solomon's gonna kill us if we're late, and you know that I might as well not be kidding," yells Grant.

I burst out laughing from looking at Grant's face. "Dude go get a mirror, your face was hilarious. And we're not gonna be late, Solomon's never on time."

"Haha (sarcastically of course), but Solomon put a note on our door when you were in the bathroom and it said that we need to get to class on time. He never does that, and that means something big is gonna happen."

"Ummm… well I didn't know that so let's go Grant!"

"We're not gonna make it in time, oh no! I'm too young and pretty to die. We only have 4 min. 15 sec."

"Shut up Grant, let's go through here." I pushed a brick right next to the picture of Brian Blackthorne and slowly that picture caved in showing a secret passage way. "Grant, GRANT!!" I yelled

"Woah, huh? When did you find this?"

"Come on Grant, let's go, we don't have a lot of time. I found this in the first week of 7th grade but no one knows about this and you can't tell anyone, b/c if you do, I will kill you." After a couple of minutes, we got to a ladder, we climbed up right where the elevator to sublevel 1 is. We only had 49 seconds left. We got in the elevator; it scanned our retinas and slowly descended.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."

"Shut up Grant!"

"We only have 7 seconds left." 4 seconds later the elevator stopped and we were in. The guys were glaring at us and Mr. Solomon started at us with a half amused/half glare kinda look.

"What?" I asked with of course my "annoying" smirk. "We had 2.7 seconds left when we entered."

"Right you are Mr. Goode, but sit down, or I will force you and Mr. Newman (Grant)." I quickly hurried to my seat in the front with a pencil and notebook to take notes with, and Grant was right behind me. Mr. Soloman walked to the front of the class with a smile on his face. Woah, wait, Mr. Soloman is smiling? Something was up, something big, because Mr. Soloman never smiles and I mean never ever. "Today boys is what you would call story time! Wait before you boys get excited, these stories aren't about missions and real life M16 spies."

"What else could story time mean?" I wondered. By then my class was buzzing with rumors.

"Boys, BOYS!" we shut up immediately. "Thank you. Now as you all know this is an all boys school for spies but you are not the only spy school in the world. There is another spy school, Gallagher Academy." Instantaneously all the boys started talking. Grant was asking who these guys were, he couldn't wait to meet them, he wanted to see how they were compared to us. TWEEEEETTTT!!! We were quite and looked up at Mr. Solomon who had a whistle. He then said these exact words. "Gallagher Academy is a spy school for… exceptional young women.