2-School days

The morning sun peeked through the velvet curtains, spreading the light around the neat and tidy bedroom. Courtney stirred in her bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up, stretching her arms in the air and extending her toes beneath the covers. She was stiff from all the fighting that had happened the previous night, she hadn't stretched before she fell asleep last night.

The teenager got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to start her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, used her mouthwash and flossed her pearly whites. Courtney then gave her face a quick wash and went back into her bedroom. She picked out her outfit from the closet and slipped off her night clothes, placing them on the end of the bed for her to wear later. Courtney pulled on her green capris and white button up shirt. She walked over to her mirror and brushed her shoulder length, chocolate brown hair free of knots and tangles. Courtney applied some mocha lip gloss to match her perfect mocha colored skin, and black mascara to her eyelashes to make her beautiful onyx eyes stand out even more.

Courtney ran down her polished staircase and into the magnificent kitchen. She grabbed her bag off the island counter and added her PDA to the contents.

"Good morning, Courtney." Her father smiled at his daughter from the table.

"Morning, dad." She smiled back.

"How did last night go?" He asked with curiosity.

"Same old." Courtney sighed.

"Not giving up the job are you, Court?" Her father was shocked.

"No! I love saving the world."

"Just try and get back before curfew, otherwise I get the bad end from your mother." The father and daughter both started laughing. Courtney looked like her dad in little ways, the seven little freckles on the bridge of her nose were from her dad because he had them too, and the same with the eyes. Her bright onyx orbs were the exact match to her dads. Her personality was a mixture from both parents. Her hard working, competitive side was form her mother, but her ability to not let anything stand in her way was from her father. He too was a spy, but as he got older he stopped doing so many missions and only did the ones that he wanted to, he left most of them to his daughter.

Courtney gave her dad a peck on the cheek and grabbed her car keys from the bowl. She hopped into the driver seat of her porcha and sped off towards Bridgette's house. The blond surfer was sitting patiently on the wall in front of her house. As soon as she saw Courtney's car she up and brushed the back of her denim shorts. The surfer got into the passenger seat and buckled up.

"Hey." She beamed at her best friend.

"Hey." Courtney smiled back, pulling back onto the road. "Why so happy?"

"Because Geoff is back in school today." Geoff was Bridgette's boyfriend, he had been bed bound with flu for the past week, but now he was back and Bridgette couldn't be happier.

Courtney parked in her usual space and the two girls walked towards their homeroom together. They were soon joined by Geoff. Bridgette greeted her boyfriend with a passionate kiss, that soon turned into a make-out session. Courtney had defiantly not missed the constant game of tonsil hockey during Geoff's absence.

"Do you two mind?" She asked. They didn't hear her so Courtney walked off to homeroom alone.

She sat in her assigned seat and pulled her PDA out from her bag. Courtney checked all her e-mails and wrote some replies to her friends from around the world. That was one of the perks of being a teen spy, you get to travel the world and meet new people.

"Put that away, Courtney." Miss Crook told her. Miss Crook was an old teacher, she must have been approaching retirement age. She had grey hair and a harsh tone to her voice. He face was wrinkled and her clothes were old-fashioned. No one liked her. She was on of those teachers you loved to hate. Everyone messed with her, well the pranksters and people who thought they were cool but everyone but them knew they weren't. Speaking of which one of them entered the room at that moment.

"Why, Miss Crook. You are looking simply amazing today." The scrawny boy complimented the teacher.

"Thank you, Cody." She replied.

"Have you done something to your hair?" He asked.

"I am so glad you noticed." She smiled, pushing her hand against her short locks. Cody walked away and fist pounded some of his friends, they all loved to annoy the teacher. Courtney didn't see how complimenting her was counted as annoying her.

Bridgette walked into class with Geoff and they both took their seats. Bridgette sat beside her best friend and Geoff sat in front of his girlfriend. They both turned to her at the same time.

"Nice to see your healthy, Geoff." Courtney said.

"Thanks, Mocha." Mocha was his nickname for Courtney, she didn't like it but she had grown to accept it. "So, what have you ladies been up to while I was away?" He asked.

"Nothing much." Courtney lied. Geoff didn't know about her being a spy.

"Cool, cool." He nodded his head.

"Quiet!" Miss Crook snapped at them, she didn't tolerate talking in her class.

After a day filled with homework and studying Courtney finally fell back onto her bed and started to fall asleep, unluckily she was taken away form her blissfulness by her wristwatch beeping. She groaned and pulled herself up before clicking the side button to make it stop. A holograph screen appeared above the watch and a man was standing there. He had short black hair and was wearing a smart, black suit.

"Courtney." He half shouted.

"Yes, sir?"

"We have another mission for you, you need to get down to HQ right away." He ordered the teen.

"Yes, sir. I'm on my way." Courtney pressed the button again and took off her clothes. She put on a pair of black pants, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Courtney dashed down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I've got another mission, be back later." Courtney didn't wait for a reply off her parents, she just sprinted out the door and into the garage. She jumped on her black Harley Davidson and placed the helmet on her head. She sped off down the street towards her spy head quaters.