CPOV

Sitting in my room on my bed, laptop in front of me, pens, highlighters and encyclopaedias open on pages filled with tiny writing. I open the cap on my water bottle and take a huge gulp as I fan myself with draft versions of my essay on World War Two and the effect it had on America. I feel the heat of the hot July day beating down on my neck as I beg the fan to spin faster; my medals jingling in the soft breeze as I tried to get focused on my essay. My fingers danced lightly across the keyboard as words drifted in and out my mind.

I shut my laptop down giving it up as a bad job for the moment as I picked up my phone and water bottle and headed outside to the pool. Putting my music in and laying on the loungers, I take the time to think. I hear the door slam shut as I pull a head phone out my ear and listen to the muffled discussion between my parents who are half hour early home.

"Matt we have to tell her. She lives fifteen minutes down the road, she is going to figure it out sooner!" Mom urged to dad who dropped a brief case on the floor,

"Rachel, she is safer at a civilian school, we are doing this for her own good." Dad said kissing the side of moms head and taking his tie off, "I'm going out to the pool." He says as I shove the headphone quickly into my ear and shut my eyes. I feel a prod as I open my eyes to see my dad looking over me, "Hey Cammie" he said as I smiled,

"Hey, how was work?" He layed in the lounger next to mine,

"Okay I guess, keeps you fit running around for people and doing errands. By the way I am away on a business trip from tomorrow till next week, and your mom has to stay at the school for a while." He says as I think of the Gallagher Academy and the snobby students, the ones all of Roseville have grown to hate.

"Is it because of all those late night parties the students have been having? I mean, we can see the lights from over here!" I say as he smiles,

"Something like that, but you can always ring her if you need her." He says as he shuts his eyes. Standing up I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge door grabbing a smoothie,

"Hey mom, I hear your going to be staying at the school." I say as I sit at the counter and watch her throwing things into a bag and calmly stacking files,

"Yeah, sorry kiddo, but I have no choice." She says smiling, "The girls need me" She says kissing the side of my cheek, "Dad told you he's away from tomorrow till Friday right?" I nodded, "And I don't know when I will be back so ring my cell if you need me." She rushes as she grabs her keys, "Love you"

"Love you too" I say as the door shuts, before I can even turn around, the doors open again,

"Your dance kits in the utility room and your running shoes in your room, you also have a martial arts class tomorrow at noon." She says rushing back out the door. I laugh quietly at my moms organised chaos. I peered out the glass door to see dad snoring on the lounger as I eye his briefcase, walking over and sitting next to it I eye the four digit lock. I keep listening as I turn the numbers to my birth year, nothing. I tried again, when it hit me, the year dad graduated. I put it in as the clasp popped open and I was met with Blackthorne Institue for Troubled Young Men written across a binder. I heard dad shuffle as I shut the case and ran up the stairs to make a start on my research.

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Blackthorne Institue for Troubled Young Men is an institute helping youths get back on the right track in life. With stict rules and a harsh ciriculum, all our young men are readied for the world outside, they leave with diplomas and a sense of right and wrong, helping them make a new start and a better life.

I frowned at the image on my screen, under headmaster was an image of my dad, smiling with his arm around two graduates. I didn't know my dad was headmaster at a boys school in Maine. How'd he even get there everyday?

Vice Headmaster, Joseph Solomon. Incharge of school when Headmaster is away on business.

Ahh… I click on the page for teachers and insert my dads email address, and password which I guessed as Chameleon since that was his pet name for me ever since I was a toddler. It let me in as I as met with a database.

Mission Report – Rome

Mission Report – Ibeza

Gallagher & Blackthorne Exchange

I clicked on the Gallagher and Blackthorne exchange one as I read through the document,

It has been formally approved by the head of the CIA that twenty operatives ranging through the years may be allowed on the exchange with the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women in the hope bonds may be formed between students which may help in future years.

The Exchange will be held on the first of August until the end of the semester. Operative Sanders will be in charge of Blackthorne until Operatives Solomon and Morgan return.

I shut down the computer as I went through a few things.

Operative

CIA

Exchange in three days time

Could my parents be secretly working for the government? It would explain the business trips and the sudden plan cancelations cause they have to be at work… So I decided tomorrow would be the day I break into my dads study.