Hi guys! Just to inform you beforehand that Buttercup, Butch and Brute are all normal human beings in this story. Yes, human beings. Also, their characters are a bit...changed. Okay, ALOT changed when speaking of Buttercup. She is like a whole new person in the story but I promise you will love this story! Happy Reading! And do review to tell me how did I do at my first fanfic :)

Buttercup

"Are you sure this is what you want?" My mom anxiously asked me, as we made our way in the huge hallway of my new school. "Yes, Mum. I'm sure." I replied smiling, taking hold of her hand.

It was my first day at The Boston Spy Academy. After some searching for the perfect profession for me, I had settled for being a spy. It wasn't much trouble for my parents to accept it. My Dad was a policeman while my Mom was an attorney. Nice couple, huh? Anyway, they had approved of it. Then we searched for the spy school where I was to learn how to become a professional spy and eventually become one. We found this school through one of my Dad's friend.

We had to admit, it was pretty amazing. Well, firstly, it was huge and painted white all over. It was basically three big buildings entwined together with a similar building some way behind them. The inside was even bigger. Hallways after hallways stretched before us from where we walked. We could have easily lost our way here if it weren't for the guard, who was leading us to the main office. Other than the hallways, there were rooms, and so many, I lost count. The air was thick with air conditioners cooling. Looking around, I sighed happily. I couldn't wait to start.

The guard knocked on the office door and a voice called, "Come in." The voice belonged to a very severe looking lady with a helmet of white snowy hair who was sitting inside the office. The label on her table read 'Mrs. Louisa Hoffman, The Principal'.

"Mrs. Hoffman, the Campbells." said the guard. "Why, Buttercup Campbell and her parents! Come in!", said Mrs. Hoffman, rather enthusiastically. Maybe she greets the newcomers like this, I thought as I took a seat along with my parents.

"I see you already like the school." said Mrs. Hoffman, beaming. "Oh yes," my mother replied before I could, "We all do."

The Principal beamed again and continued, now in a serious tone, "Well, as we all know, today will be Buttercup's first day. So firstly, we always assign a teacher for the new comer to show them around school, give them their schedule and the set of rules and regulations. In your case Buttercup, Miss Penelope will be doing the job."

"Will there be days when we can visit her?", my mother asked suddenly. My father shot her a look and said apologetically, "It's just that she is our only daughter and we are always looking out for her well being-".

"Oh she'll be fine here," Mrs. Hoffman interrupted him, "You don't have to worry."

"Yes. I'll be fine." I assured my parents. Mrs. Hoffman took of her glasses and began cleaning them, "And about your question. Parents will visit after every three months to meet their child and their teachers. It will be like a Parent Teacher Conference." Beside me, my mother sighed. Apparently, 3 months were too long for her to see her daughter.

"Well Buttercup, you should now wait outside the office for Miss Penelope while your parents finish some paperwork. They will meet you at your dormitory, OK?"

Excitement rushed through me as I heard the word 'dormitory'. I had never been to a boarding school before so I didn't know what's it like to live with your friends. "OK." I replied and left the office.

Outside, Miss Penelope was already waiting for me. She was a tall and dark woman with black hair and an attractive smile. She shook my hand, "Hi. You must be Buttercup. I'm Miss Penelope, your tour guide for today."

"Hi Miss Penelope," I said, "I've got to admit. This academy looks really awesome!"

"I'm glad you find it amazing. But you will be even more surprised when you see the whole academy."

She then started the tour by leading me into many different hallways. There were rooms on the either side. I peeked into one and found a class hard at work on acrobatics. Another one was filled with devices so big and so complicated that they were passing my brain at the speed of light. Even though all this looked incredible, I couldn't help feeling nervous. How would I be able to master all of this?

"You may have noticed by now that these hallways contain all of your classes. Since you will be in the first year, you will be taught the basics." Miss Penelope said. I gave a sigh of relief. Maybe basics won't be as hard as I thought.

Miss Penelope must have sensed it because she said, "Actually, the first year is the most hardest of all. As one is starting to learn all the things needed to become a good spy. The rest three aren't that hard once you get through the basics."

I just stared at her. Basics are the hardest?! How would I ever be able to fit in this academy?

Don't underestimate yourself, Buttercup, a small voice inside my head said. You can be the best of them all if you want. I wanted to believe the voice so I smiled at Miss Penelope and said," I'm sure I can get through them."

"That's the spirit!" She beamed," Now let's continue our tour, shall we?"

Besides the classrooms, which took almost all of the space in this building, there was this really big cafeteria. Miss Penelope then went towards the big double doors at the end of the hall and when she opened them, I couldn't help gasping.

Outside was the most beautiful garden I've ever seen. It looked like the size of a football field with big trees on either side of it, some of their branches covered in different fruits. There were also beautiful hedges carefully trimmed with flowers of every color. With butterflies and a clear blue sky added to the touch, the whole scene looked surreal.

Standing on the very end of the field was a white building very similar to the one we were standing in. "That is your dormitory, come on." said Miss Penelope, leading me to a stone path carved at the very side of the beautiful garden which ended up to the front door of the building.

When we passed the hedges, I saw red roses growing on one and got a strong urge to pull one out. Roses were my favorite but I didn't think Miss Penelope would be impressed. So I stayed put and quietly followed her

We finally reached the building and upon entering it, she said, "There are three floors in this building which all serve as living quarters. The ground floor is for teachers. The first floor, boys and the second floor, girls."

I looked around the building curiously. Brown oak doors were fixed on each wall on the ground floor and names were written on them. I spotted a Penelope Edwards written on a door at the left.

I followed the owner of that name to the flight of stairs. The boys' floor looked exactly like the teachers' but the names were written in pairs. And so were the girls'.

"This is your room," said Miss Penelope, opening a door. Inside was a room that I guessed was the living room. A set of couches were resting on one side of a wall with a TV in front of the wall across them. Another door was open and led to what looked like a bedroom with two beds. Whoever my roommate was, she had already moved in, judging by the things left on one of the beds. I really liked it.

"It's nice," I said, "I can't wait to meet my roommate. What's her name?". "Her name is Brute McCain and she will be the one leading you to classes," Miss Penelope answered, "Which reminds me.."

She trailed off to rummage in her bag and produced a sheet of paper and handed it to me. It was my schedule. I couldn't help getting amazed at the subjects.

"Well both Brute and your luggage will be arriving soon so I will now leave to your own devices. Have fun!" , said Miss Penelope, exiting the door. I called out a thank you to her and got back to my schedule. My first class was probably the toughest. Combats. I sighed and waited for my parents or Brute, whoever she was, to arrive.