AN: Hey. Sorry for just stopping it. Wanted to be slightly dramatic and almost indefinitely failed, but here's the next chapter, Its a bit short
Aneisha and Keri looked shocked, "Hyperia why have you stopped talking?"
I snorted loudly, at least I knew they were listening, yet their faces were absolutely priceless. "Keeping you on your toes, I'm brilliant at dramatic effects," came my extremely amused reply. "I'm guessing you want me to continue?"
This time it wasn't the girls' urgency that caused me to laugh, but the boys barely disguised enthusiasm. Smile blossoming across my face, I began to speak again.
Glancing at Stella, Frank sighed and began to speak,
"Well, I-I um.."
Mrs Hugo sighed loudly, "Frank don't stutter, your piece of writing is amazing, deliver it properly please,"
Again Frank took a shuddering breath, before starting again.
"The mind is a complex thing, filled with hundreds of thousands of thoughts every second. Some ideas may take a larger hold on the brain whilst others disappear almost instantaneously. There is one, in the front of my mind, which continues to persist its importance and significance. Having sat on it for over a year, it causes me great stress when it resurfaces, yet it can also cause me blissful elation. Glancing at skies full of shining stars, I see only the light and sparkle in your eyes. In a sea of people, my eyes search always for you. Your smile causes a fire to start in my heart, burning me from the , a sensation I dare not fight as it is so totally consuming. After much contemplation, I have come to the weighing, heavy conclusion that I am in love with you. Love is such a difficult word, with so many positive and negative connotations, so many opinions and experiences to be counted when drawing your own assumptions. Some may look to love for comfort, for security, whilst others may look for a new lease of life in their search for love. However I believe there are far too many preconceived notions about the concept of love. For, at base level, it is just chemicals reacting, causing other chemicals to be released. Due to the complicated ideals of love, it becomes so hard to communicate it. The word becomes overused, and the crippling pressure to experience the stereotyped kind of love destroys the light of such feelings. There is a reason that Churchill said 'You are the master of your unspoken words, but a slave to the words you have spoken' That sentence is the literary embodiment of the pressures of life at paramount points, when anything and everything you have ever said or done, can and will be held against you. Simply, my next sentence is an attempt to express my emotions, and simultaneously distance myself from previous mistakes with its sincerity. I think I have come to love you in numberless lives, numberless times. In life after life, age after age, forever."
Everybody, including myself, were stunned into silence, before Charlene and I began to clap wildly, causing others to follow suit. Frank blushed slightly, and sat back down with the other three of us. It was only in that moment that I noticed Stella's expression, her eyes had glazed slightly, her face dreamy and far away, shock and adoration evident. She did, to be fair, have the right to look like that, for English project or not, one does not simply just write words as captivating as that without some emotion involved.
Frank's eyes keep flicking over to Stella, but before the situation could become awkward and open cans of worms not yet ready to be explored, we all noticed the ends of our pencils flashing.
As stealthily as possible, we snuck out of the classroom and sprinted to the caretaker's storeroom. Pushing the light switch sideways and pressing my thumb to the pad, we entered the cramped room and pulled the mop, whizzing down to HQ.
Jonathan was standing, leaning over the central table, file in hand,
"Team.. I'm glad you're here and with such a brilliant response time. Now this mission, should you choose to accept it, is a big one, full of risk, gadgets and genuine threats to your life if it goes wrong.."
Frank snorted, seeming to have glossed over what had just happened in class, "Cool. Bit sinister. More information please?"
Agent Saunders laughs in return, "If you gave me a second, you'd know. Basically, we've found a major KORPS base, inside is invaluable data on the plans of their organisation, antidote formulas for all their developed toxins, and other facts.. all stored on a CD, in the depths of the base. We need you to go in and extract it. Now it'll be swarming with their agents so, we best be careful.." he took a breath, before continuing,
"Frank, you'll be going out in the field on this one. They'll need your tactical support there, and you'll need to help get them out. Girls, he can fight and well too, I'm not questioning his abilities, but he'll be doing enough already, so you keep him covered and safe okay?"
The three other us nodded vigorously, as we all collected our gadgets and began to walk towards the lift,
"I'll be on comms, good luck agents, and please don't get yourself killed.." Jonathan says seriously, as the lift doors close, the loud ding signalling our ascent.
After a fast journey in an M.I.9 vehicle, we arrived a street away from the supposed bases' whereabouts. Slowly, we surveyed the area, checking for the most safe and secure entrance. Once it was located, Frank stopped the current going through the metal fence blocking the small ventilation shaft we were to enter through, for what would spies do without them? Screws removed, Frank pulled back the vent cover, and smiled softly to us all,
"Away we go.." He mutters, as we crawl through the shaft. Backs and legs aching due to the confinement, when we finally dropped into the room, it was a huge relief, or at least it should have been.
"Oh.." We all exclaimed loudly in unison, our faces of paling.