Okay Readers This is first chapter of the new A New Perspective! Incase you read the old A New Perspective I am starting a new one because I didn't like where I was at!
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This a report of what went down when I was at St. Mary's. My mom Cammie (Morgan) Goode said she wrote one when she was my age so she thinks its best if I do one, you know for practice. So I'll start with a little back round information. I want to go to St. Mary's School for the Privileged. But we're not privileged, we're spies. My mom as I told you is Cammie the Chameleon, my dad is Zachary Goode the spy/assassin(I know assassin!). I have two brothers and a sister. Mark is my older brother and a current student at St. Mary's School for the Privileged enroled as a Junior. Sam and Maggie are twins who are eleven. What comes next might be a little shameful, but it was nessasary for me. How would you feel if all you ever wanted was taken away from you without reason, and you were a spy. You observe and totally do what you ere just told not to do. (Everyone says I got the best of both my parents, spyness/assassinness and chameleonness). So this is my story of my time at St. Mary's School for the Privileged.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I'm on cloud nine, or ten, or even higher! "I can't believe it!" My family slumps into the room half asleep. "I made it into St. Mary's!" I dance around the room while my family file into the chairs surronding the tables. "Mom, Dad, I got into St. Mary's. I'm gonna be a spy! Isn't it great!" I cry. "Mom, Dad?"
My parents are staring at the letter, at first I think they are asleep on their feet (or in the chairs, well you know what I mean) but I realize they are studying the well written note from my Grandma Morgan (I don't know why we call her grandma Morgan, she is my only grandparent alive, or at least that we know is alive). I really hope they'll let me, Lily, Ryan, Aaron, and Charlie go early, I want to explore the tower. My parents and my friends' parents always talk about the awesome secret passage ways they found!
"Mary-" Zach starts.
"Dad!" I say in irritation.
"Okay, okay. I want to talk to you, privately." My dad shoots Mark a look. "Stay here." He drags me out of the room without another glance. We walk into our den and he slips down next to the fireplace and whispers into the brick. Then a pulsing purple light fills the room and just as suddenly disappears. The fireplace had expanded so someone could walk in. A cable ran down the center of it.
"SWEET!"I am finally looking at the entrance to my parents' secret office. You know, because their spies I've never found it, and you know I have looked. I grab hold of the cable and slide down the chute. I land swiftly on my feet and then start to explore. I stop when I hear my dad land with a thud.
"I don't know how you can land so lightly when you've just dropped three stories down." my dad says, I just nod. It sounds like my dad is pushing funny dad. Not good.
"Have a seat Max," he says using my nickname everyone calls me. I do. "Well I'm going to get straight to the point. You're not going to St. Mary's."
"HAHA, very funny dad," is all I say to his outragous joke. Its just a joke right?
"I'm not kidding Max. YOU. ARE. NOT. GOING."
"What!" I'm exhasperated.
"I know you are upset-" I cut him off.
"Upset dad, I'm downright gonna kill someone!" He absoluetly knows I am not kidding. "I've worked forever to get into that school. You let Mark go at fourteen. Why is he different, because he's a guy?" I spit at him.
"No, It's not because he is a guy Max, I have my reasons."
"What are they because they are stopping me from going to the best place in the world!" I shout.
"They are classifed." he says.
"Well they are probably nonexistent. Thats what I think, your lying. You just don't want me to go!"
"Yes thats what I think, you aren't ready." He says that in sarcasm, but I answer as if he meant it.
"Not ready Dad? I can break into almost any computer, save Liz and Jonas's firewalls. I have a genius IQ and almost no one can beat me in a fight. What did I do to have this happen to me? Can I prove I am ready?" I plead.
"No." With that he walks out (or slides up). His stupid decisions. I don't know what normal kids do in a situation like this but spies call for back up.
I wip out my phone and start a five way skype with my friends. Lily, Macey and Preston's daughter and my best gal pal answers first. She looks like a super model, flawless skin perfect brown hair with natural red highlights and deep blue eyes and is slightly above average height-wise.
"Sup Max," is all she gets in before Aaron gets on, and then Charlie. Aaron is the son of Joe Solomon and my great Aunt Abby. Aaron is hansome with dark curls and white, white teeth. His eyes are brown like hot chocolate. Charlie is Liz and Jonas's kid, that kid is as pale as snow and has light blue eyes that look almost gray.
Last to join is Ryan, Bex and Grant Newman's son. He looks like your average GREEK GOD! Tan glowing skin, golden eyes, and dark wavy hair, you know, all the smokin' hot works (I am not ashamed to say I have a crush on him... for the last three months).
"Hey Max, whats up?" Ryan asks.
"My parents aren't going to let me go to St. Mary's." I tell them. Now incase you are a newbie or something let forewarn you. You do not tell a group of teenage spies (or soon to be spies) exactly what they do not want to hear!
"WHAT?" I have to drop my phone and cover my ears. The teenagers in the won over the spies, I guess most teenagers are loud. I pick up my phone, but it wasn't broken. I was one of Liz's creations, so it was indestructable- it also had a built in tazer.
"Okay guys no need to shout." I say reasonably, because the only way we were going to break into St. Mary's and make sure I stay there was to be calm and rasonable. I tell them that.
"Fine," Charlie says.
"Okay," Aaron replies.
"Whatever you say Max," Ryan mocks. We all look at Lily.
"What are you all staring at me for?" she asks, but then gives in. "Okay, fine, calm and rasionable it is." We all cheer. "But you know waiting is boring action is soooo much more fun."
"Okay guys, lets meet up at the shack in one hour." I say. They all hang up and start heading to the shack. Oh the fun a teenager-slash-soon-to-be-spy can have!
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