I was headed to class when I heard what was going on. I had to walk past the headmaster's office to get to my next class. And I heard a discussion between the headmaster and some other man I didn't recognize, the door was ajar and I could see the man. Approximately five foot nine inches, short black hair, I would guess that he was Arabic based on his skin color, he seemed rather kind. "You are allowed to bring fifteen boys to the Gallagher Academy tomorrow. Choose quickly," the man said to my headmaster. "You didn't give me much notice on this. There are hundreds of young men at this school and you want me to out of the blue pick fifteen of them and tell them we're going on a field trip?" he seemed agitated. Obviously not in the mood for conversation. "Yes, that is exactly what I want," he started walking to the door but I was already on my way. "Gallagher Academy… that sounds so damn familiar…" I thought to myself.
At lunch the headmaster made an announcement, "I have picked fifteen of the most promising boys to come with me on a little field trip," just as I suspected he would say. "Now, I will name them off and they will come to the front of the room," then he started naming some freshman. They walked up there acting all bad ass. "You're not cool…" I thought to myself. He started naming sophomore boys, then junior boys. He called up Jonas. "Nice, get up there kid!" I said to him. He started walking and then my name was called. I wasn't surprised. I'm not saying I'm THAT good, but the whole junior class is made up of jack asses and stupid little immature kids. I walked up. It felt like I was standing there forever. But it was only one minute and forty-eight seconds when the headmaster was done reading off the names and counting to make sure all fifteen were there. "Okay… let's go!" he exclaimed. And like that, with absolutely no explanation, we were off in a helicopter. There, he explained what it was we were doing.
"We are headed to the Smithsonian Museum where you will be tracking spies in training," he said. "Great, we have to track some dumb ass guys who have no idea what their doing. This will be fun," I whispered to Jonas. He chuckled. The headmaster looked at us for a split second then started to talk again. "I will give you pictures of your target. Study them, memorize their faces," he said in a tone I've never heard him use. Excited, but regretful, and confused. He handed me a picture of a girl my age. She was beautiful, with light brown hair, good bone structure, esthetically pleasing to the eye. "We're tracking… girls?" the 'bad ass' freshman kid said warily. "Is that a problem?" I asked. His face turned red. "So you know your mission now. Get to it," he said then walked over to the passenger seat next to the pilot. I started analyzing the girl in the picture. Trying to come up with some sort of plan. But I was distracted by her the whole ride. I went over an amateurish plan in my head over and over again staring at the picture until the pilot called, "Ten minutes until we are landed safely!" "Crap, I have to think up something fast," I thought to myself. Then I put the picture away. I had already memorized every contour of her face. I needed to know what to do when I actually saw her.
"There they are," Grant whispered in my ear. I looked up. It was hard for me to believe. I knew she was there because I could see her, but I didn't think it was possible that she could look even more beautiful in person. Grant was taking interest in the other one. She was very beautiful too, but something about this other girl just made me smile. To any other boy, she probably would have just been another girl. But for me, I don't know what got into me, she was just… great. They noticed us looking. Not good. But they seemed to not suspect us because Grants target was laughing and talking to my target about something. It seemed like she was trying to convince her to do something. She just shook her head and looked very serious. She turned her head so I turned to Grant, pretending to be having a casual conversation. "It doesn't look like they think we're after them. It looks like the hot one wants to come over here and talk to us," Grant said with a smile. "Which hot one?" I said, confused. He obviously didn't find my target as attractive as I did. "My target. Should we …go over there?" He asked with hope in his voice. My target said something that made Grants target get serious. Then She said something that didn't make my target seem to happy. She looked… sad, for a moment. Then she shook it off and tried to smile. "No," I said, that brought Grant down, "we have to be casual about this. Run into them. Let them think that it was just a coincidence," I explained. He didn't seem too thrilled about this. But then the girls were off. There was a woman I had seen earlier wearing a business suit talking on her cell phone. Earlier she had been wearing a dark blue jogging suit and pushing a baby stroller. They must have thought that she was there tail. Good for us, they don't suspect a thing. We got up and followed. They spend the next 57 minutes and 19 seconds walking around the museum, going up and down escalators, going into the entrance of a museum, coming out the exit of another. After being in the bathroom for way to long, (3 minutes and 2 seconds to be exact) they tried to blend in with a group of girls wearing white blouses like the ones they were wearing.
We followed them for a while, and we could tell that the group of girls were talking about us. Every few minutes, these two girls looked back at us and smiled. Not good, our targets looked at a man behind us, wearing different clothing. I don't know why people around us kept changing their clothes, but it worked to our advantage. Then they came to a train. The group got on, the man they thought was their tail got on, and our targets stayed off. Then they split up, so naturally, Grant and I split up also.
