CHAPTER 10
As soon as the door to my new office closed and I had heard the automatic lock click I burst into tears. My life was literally falling apart. My parents basically hated me, Alex disappeared, and Nick has barley said a word to me since Alex disappeared. But I couldn't get Macey's words out of my head. The only one who could ever get through to my mom when she was upset was my dad and she didn't let him near her. My dad never cried when he knew anyone other than my mom was near and now, well if Macey knows then I'm sure the rest of the group's parents know.
My parents marriage was crumbling along with my family. No, I thought to myself, stay positive. My parents would be fine. They were spy's after all. Plus, there was a chance that Alex was alive at the base and that Nick and I could save him. No, WOULD save him. I was pushed out of my thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Charlie it's Gracie and me, can we come in?" I heard the familiar voice of Ali through my door.
"Yea one sec let me get the door," I replied getting up and making sure I looked ok.
"Char, is that you?" Ali said.
"Yup it is me."
"Why'd you have to get your appearance changed… YOU GOT A MISSION!" Gracie shouted.
"Classified," I said grinning.
"Well moving on, we just got our offices too, right next to each other and I think there might possibly be vents that connect them," Gracie said sounding giddy.
"Of coarse you already know that," I shook my head as I said it.
"Well we, unlike you, haven't had to go through major appearance changes and so we've been here ALL DAY. Apparently we have to go to work until school starts now. Work as in a legit job. I get to help mom in costumes and disguises but I'm doing more of a extreme mission briefing part of it," Ali rants.
"What about you Gracie?" I asked.
"Going undercover as myself at gymnastics camp to undermine some plot for some stupid thing," she replied but I didn't miss the sad look in her eyes as she sunk onto my couch.
"I wish we could be there with you like we were supposed to," I said. "That's the worst part about this thing. We were all supposed to have one last fun summer together before we 'grew up' and now it's gone." I said sitting down next to her.
"What are they saying happened to Char and Me? I mean they're obviously going to miss two of their three best kids." Ali said jokingly.
"I think the director said something about you guys doing super super intense privates so you're still in training," she said.
"Good, don't want to have given up on that, everything else that's' been happening has been so bad," I said.
"Yea but things will get better," Gracie reassured me.
"Thanks guys," I said.
"GROUP HUG!" Ali shrieked.
_3 DAYS LATER_
The past 3 days my life seemed like it was on the tightest schedule of training ever. Nick and I had to meet so many new points for our training that we were working for 12 hours a day.
The director had told the truth about gymnastics even though it had just been a cover. I had been working on the skills to move up to level nine (but just on floor) because I needed to know how to do some of things for the COC expectations.
We ran 10 miles a day and were expected to do it in less than 45 minutes. Nick had to bench press 250 pounds 10 times, which is a big amount. The rest of the stuff was just stuff we had been doing in P&E like fighting skills and fighting work. Out of all the people who I fought, I couldn't beat Nick. I had beaten some of the top CIA spies (when I won they just muttered "gosh, another Goode, just like her father" which I couldn't decide if it was a compliment or an insult.
In 12 days we would be leaving for our mission and we were spending 5 of them in more language/cultures training. All of the people who were teaching us were COC double agents and so they knew what we had to do.
As more days passed we got more and more warnings as well as more experience. And as more days passed, I understood my parents decision even more. I now knew I couldn't leave them without saying goodbye and making up. In one of our history lessons it happened to be centered on the whole "Grandma Goode/Dad/Mom" fight/relationship thing. Now that I knew some of what my parents had been through, I agreed completely.
Finally the day before the mission I knew I was almost out of time. We had an hour for lunch and I had spoken to Macey the day before. My parents were meeting me in the CIT lunchroom so we could talk. I was hoping that with a more public place, my dad couldn't scream too much.
After we got out early at 11:45 I ran to the showers to quickly rinse off before I met my parents. I put on one of the outfits Macey had put in my office/room for me to wear to training/around work. It was a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a white silky tank top with ruffles going down the front, a black-cropped jacket, and a pair of black high-heals. My hair had a little cornrow/French braidish braid the bigger side of my part that ended in a short pony tail holder and cascaded down my back into the curls I had set there.
I pushed open the doors to the CIT lunchroom and picked a table in the far corner and sat down with my legs crossed, waiting for my parents to walk through the doors.
Hey guys! Sorry it has been so long since I updated. I will update tomorrow night probably but then I wont be able to update for a month because of some things that I wont bore you with. Sorry for the delay but I'll try to make tomorrow's chapter really long.