Kaitlin's PoV

My name is Kaitlin Morgan. My mom, the legendary Cameron Morgan, thought I should write a journal about my life/missions/whatever-cuz-i-totally-zoned-her-out. So here I am… writing when I could be in a room down the hall watching a James Bond marathon. *sigh* lucky me…

Just to catch you up on my life: I am an only child, mother is Cameron Morgan and my father is Zachary Goode (they are married but Mom sticks to her maiden name), I am 5'8'', brown hair, green eyes, "cute" – not plain and not pretty, sophomore at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women *cough cough* spies *cough cough*

I'm best friends with Catherine and Kim, who happen to be my roommates. Most spies know my name because of my legendary parents and I "inherited" my parents pavement artist and "spy"-ness. (Don't ask on the "spy"-ness my Dad is just a weirdo and somehow (I'll never know why so don't bother asking me that story) my mom fell in love with him)

My life had a pretty basic routine until the day my CoveOps teacher, Tina Walters, decided to go on a mission against our rival school, Blackthorne. I knew they were good but I didn't care. I was planning Katherine's surprise birthday party so I had other things to worry about. I know I can beat them. So that's why I left the Gallagher Academy van confident that I could complete my mission no problem. It was pretty simple. I just had to walk around an outlet mall for five hours, loose a tail, and meet Ms. Walters at the smoothie shop by 6 o clock. I went into my favorite stores, picking out presents and decorations for Katherine's party. On my way out of Ann Taylor knocked into somebody and my bags dropped. Silently cursing my clumsiness I went to my knees to grab the bags. Someone came down to help me. The next thing I knew I was looking into the bluest eyes I've ever seen.

"Sorry." I apologized to the unknown hottie. My breath caught in my throat. This guy was definitely the hottest I've ever seen.

"No problem. Do you need a hand getting back to your car?" Unknown hottie asked.

I almost laughed out loud cuz…umm…creepy much. "Uh, no thanks I'm fine."

He just put his hands in his pockets and smirked. "I'm Will."

"Thanks for the help, sorry bout the run in. I gotta go." I blurted and tried to walk swiftly away. But the boy was totally following me. I don't think Ms. Walters wanted me to bring some random hawtie to my mission rendezvous point. "I don't need your help. I'm fine. Your really starting to creep me so you should go away. I have a cell phone and pepper spray." I said trying to act like a normal creeped out teenager would.

"It's a sad world we live in when a guy can't be nice."

I laughed. He had no idea. "Thanks but I have to go."

"I don't think so." He said and before I could react he pulled out a drugged cloth and put it over my face. I tried not to breathe while I dropped everything and attacked him but I could feel myself go dizzy from lack of oxygen.

I went down, falling into Will's arms. I could faintly hear others come around Will and congratulate him. "Sweet job, man." "I can't believe she breathed in the drugs." And I heard Will say, "She didn't. She didn't breathe that's why she passed out. She's not stupid." And a chorus of "oooohs" Than one boy said, she's coming round! Drug her!" And the next thing I knew I was breathing in the intoxicating aromas of a cloth.