A/N: Hi, it's me again, and this time, I'm a high school graduate! Yay! So, I don't want to spoil too much about the story, but you should probably know that Meg, who tells this story, is Chuck and Sarah's daughter, about 18 years old. And it might help you to remember that, even though in the story Chuck and Sarah have an 18-year-old, I still think of them as they are in the series, not any older. Read and review please!
I am my parent's daughter. There's no denying it. They're spies and I guess I'm going to be one too. But I guess I should start at the beginning, right? My name is Megan Eleanor Bartowski, but you can call me Meg. My parents are Chuck and Sarah Bartowski. Before I was born, or so I'm told, they apparently had some sort of epic romance. But, I'm not here to talk about that. This is my story. And it all started on my first day of my senior year. The day I found out what my parents really did for a living.
"Honey, it's time to wake up!" My mom said, "It's your first day of your senior year! And you know what that means…I am officially old."
"Oh, mom," I said getting out of bed, "I'm old. In a year, I"ll be going to college."
"And I've already been and gone…and now I have a daughter that's about to go too!"
"But mom…I love you!" I said with a sly smile. My mom and I had been best friends since before I could remember. I couldn't imagine not having her as my mom.
"Nice try there. Just remember- you won't get to college if you're late. Go ahead and start getting ready." She added. I got ready quickly then went into the kitchen and saw my dad and his best friend, uncle Morgan, standing at the counter waiting for pop tarts to come out of the toaster.
"Wow, Meg, are you wearing new perfume? It smells like strawberries…"
"No, uncle Morgan, I think you're smelling your pop tart." I said. As if on cue, the pop tart popped up. Morgan went and started to eat it in the next room. I started to pour myself a bowl of cereal. I looked over at Morgan and my dad and tried to remember a time when they didn't work at the Buy More. I kept thinking that if I was going to college next year, my parents might want to get better jobs than a Nerd Herd supervisor and a fro-yo server. But, every time I asked my parents about money, all they said was that it was 'taken care of.' I believed them, but I took on shifts at the Orange Orange as often as I could, just to be safe. But today, it wasn't about going to work. I had to get to school! I gulped down the rest of my cereal and headed out the door.
I walked through the doors of my high school that day more confident than ever. My cousin, Clara, had just left for college about a week before, she was going to UCLA, her parents' alma mater, and without her there, I wasn't sure how to make it on my own. But, it was also my senior year, and I and my classmates ruled the school. That year, a new teacher came to our school. His name was Mr. Campbell and he taught the senior English class. When I first came into his classroom I had no idea what to think. I guess I thought he was handsome, in a totally non-creepy way, of course. He had sleek black hair that was neatly gelled and combed.
"Hello class," He began, "My name is Mr. Campbell. As you probably know, I'm new here, so I hope you can all help to teach me the ropes. Now, to begin, let me hand out this syllabus." He said, picking up a large stack of paper. The class let out a common groan of disappointment. The first day back was already boring enough without yet another syllabus to flip through mindlessly. I got mine, and my eyes went directly to this years reading list. Of course, it had on there the obligatory William Shakespeare and even a Jane Austen novel, but was got my attention was the bottom two books that said 'Teacher's Choice'. Apparently Mr. Campbell had selected Orwell's 1984 and Sun-Tsu's The Art of War. The first one I sort of expected, the senior classes had read it practically every year, but The Art of War? No senior class had ever read it before. I could tell it was going to be an interesting semester.
Later on, at home, I was having dinner with mom, dad, Aunt Ellie, and uncles Awesome and Casey when mom asked the dreaded question:
"How was school today?"
"Good." I replied. How else was I supposed to answer?
"Anything interesting happen?" Mom asked. Seriously, was my mom a trained interrogator or something? Wait…don't answer that…
"Well, my English teacher's new to the school, and apparently he's going to have us read The Art of War."
"Heh. Good book." Uncle Casey replied. Everyone gave him a look, "What?" He added, "I liked it."
"Even so, it's sort of an odd book for a high school English class to be reading." Ellie said. Then, in the moment after those words left my aunt's mouth, my world came crashing down. Both my parents put their hand to their ears and started yelling in pain. I saw their eyes flutter than eventually close seemingly in tandem with one another. It seemed that they figured out what was going on and they took each other's hand. I had no idea what was going on, but everyone at the table apparently did.
"Chuck! Sarah!" Ellie cried. She rushed to my mom's side while Casey went to my dad. They both caught them as they fell from their chairs.
"Mom! Dad! What's going on?" I frantically asked.
"We need to call General Beckman. Someone's set off the Norseman." Casey said.
"General who? And what the heck is the Norseman?" I asked, "Uncle Casey, what is going on?"
"We never wanted to tell you like this," Ellie began, "But your parents are spies, Meg."
"And they could be dying." Casey explained. I was right. This was definitely going to be the most interesting semester of my life.