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Disclaimer: See prt. 1
S is for Spy: Discipline Games
They said we showed potenshel.
No that's wrong, P-O-T-E-N-T-I-A-L.
I was finally getting used to the way things went at camp. Sir told me to do something. I did it. Sir said I did it wrong. I fixed it. Sir made me do it a thousand more times just to make sure I really really knew the right way.
Like when we shot the guns.
I was doing really good. I mean, well. On almost every shot I hit the bull's eye. Which really doesn't look anything like a bull's eye but we're supposed to call it that anyway. Sir was watching us. He walked behind me and I saw his lips say something. I smiled because I knew it must have been 'not as bad'. Sir never said 'good job' only 'that was pretty bad' or 'not as bad'.
My smile must have been 'pretty bad' too because Sir's face got all red and his mouth opened really big while he shouted. He stopped shouting, then seemed to get angrier and started again. I didn't know what to do. He was trying to tell me something but yesterday he said never ever to take off my headphones when people were shooting guns because my ears could get hurt.
Finally, Sir noticed the problem. He shouted for a long time first though. I did really good- well on a test. I don't think Sir would do so well.
He opened the door on my lane and we walked out. I took off the headphones and waited for shouting. There was some but not too much. Not even as much as it took to make C11 cry. He said my 'stance' was all wrong and showed me how to fix my 'stance'. Fixing your stance means moving your feet around.
I had to fix my stance. For an hour.
My wrist hurt so bad when I was done I didn't even want to pick up my fork at lunch. That's all right I hated meals here anyway. They weren't too good and I didn't like the cafeteria. The chairs were high and my feet couldn't touch the ground. That made me feel small. I don't like feeling small.
They said we had to learn languages.
That's what all those funny words were and they weren't made up either. We had to learn languages so we could talk to all different people. See not everyone talks in the same language. I don't know why. C18 thinks one day a million years ago somebody saw a cat and named it cat but someone else said it should be a gato and someone else said katt. Then they got in such a big fight that they moved to different countries and made up new words for everything. That's what C2 told me he said anyway.
C18 doesn't talk to me because I laughed at him once for crying about his brother. He still does that sometimes. Even though he'll see him when camp's over. C2 won't see her mom when camp's over but she doesn't cry about it. Sir said C17 left because he had a tummy ache. C18 says Sir lied.
C18 cries a lot but I still like him better than Sir so I'll believe him.
They said we had to do languages and accents.
No one understood what an accent was. Sir told me to say "Put the red wagon in the yellow truck." I did and he told everyone I had an accent because I didn't talk in English first. I thought he would yell at me again. But when everyone understood he even said 'thank you'. Sir told us we had to learn accents so it was like every language was the one we talked in first. So we listened to people talk on headphones and talked with them over and over.
They said we had to learn discipline.
Discipline was walking in two straight lines and saying 'yessir'. It was following orders too, that was the hard part. Orders weren't usually fun. Sometimes they made people get hurt.
We were practicing discipline while we walked back to the cafeteria in two lines. All of a sudden Sir turned around and yelled "camouflage!" That was another game we played. When Sir said it he'd close his eyes and count to thirty and we hid behind trees or bushed or doors inside. At thirty he opened his eyes and if he could see a kid that kid was dead and no one could talk to him the rest of the day. Each time Sir counted lower and lower. By now he was down to twelve and this time there were no trees or bushes and definitely no doors.
The field had no place to hide. Most kids ran and tried to get over the hill but they didn't make it. Me and C2 and another kid C24 I think went the other way.
For the river.
The water was cold but I was never dead before and I didn't ever want to be so I took a big breath and went under. The water pulled on me. I grabbed C2's hand and it didn't pull me away. There was too much mud to open my eyes so I just waited in the dark.
My lungs started burning like I swallowed hot soup and I had to come up. Now would be the worst part. If we got revealed any time in a minute after Sir opened his eyes we were dead. In the minute Sir would try to 'extract intel'. I don't know what 'intel' is but he tried to get us to rat out other kids. If we did we got extra dessert and they had to be dead the next day too. Sir said we had to have karizma. We had to make the other kids like us enough that they wouldn't rat us out for dessert.
I squeezed C2's hand. I wouldn't rat her out.
But then C2 let go and came up too. Her face was really white. Sir's head snapped around to us and he said we were dead. All the other kids were dead too. All except...
C2's other hand was still in the water. C24.
I opened my mouth to rat him out but C2 kicked me. So I punched her arm. I'm sure Sir noticed but unless we talked C24 wasn't dead and I got no dessert. I tried to talk again and C2 ducked me. It didn't work so well because I'm bigger. But by the time I got her off the minute was up.
I was so mad I broke the rules and yelled at C2. Sir said I had to be dead an extra day. C24 came up and smiled at C2 even though she was dead. That was breaking the rules so he had to be dead too.
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TBC
Disclaimer: See prt. 1
S is for Spy: Discipline Games
They said we showed potenshel.
No that's wrong, P-O-T-E-N-T-I-A-L.
I was finally getting used to the way things went at camp. Sir told me to do something. I did it. Sir said I did it wrong. I fixed it. Sir made me do it a thousand more times just to make sure I really really knew the right way.
Like when we shot the guns.
I was doing really good. I mean, well. On almost every shot I hit the bull's eye. Which really doesn't look anything like a bull's eye but we're supposed to call it that anyway. Sir was watching us. He walked behind me and I saw his lips say something. I smiled because I knew it must have been 'not as bad'. Sir never said 'good job' only 'that was pretty bad' or 'not as bad'.
My smile must have been 'pretty bad' too because Sir's face got all red and his mouth opened really big while he shouted. He stopped shouting, then seemed to get angrier and started again. I didn't know what to do. He was trying to tell me something but yesterday he said never ever to take off my headphones when people were shooting guns because my ears could get hurt.
Finally, Sir noticed the problem. He shouted for a long time first though. I did really good- well on a test. I don't think Sir would do so well.
He opened the door on my lane and we walked out. I took off the headphones and waited for shouting. There was some but not too much. Not even as much as it took to make C11 cry. He said my 'stance' was all wrong and showed me how to fix my 'stance'. Fixing your stance means moving your feet around.
I had to fix my stance. For an hour.
My wrist hurt so bad when I was done I didn't even want to pick up my fork at lunch. That's all right I hated meals here anyway. They weren't too good and I didn't like the cafeteria. The chairs were high and my feet couldn't touch the ground. That made me feel small. I don't like feeling small.
They said we had to learn languages.
That's what all those funny words were and they weren't made up either. We had to learn languages so we could talk to all different people. See not everyone talks in the same language. I don't know why. C18 thinks one day a million years ago somebody saw a cat and named it cat but someone else said it should be a gato and someone else said katt. Then they got in such a big fight that they moved to different countries and made up new words for everything. That's what C2 told me he said anyway.
C18 doesn't talk to me because I laughed at him once for crying about his brother. He still does that sometimes. Even though he'll see him when camp's over. C2 won't see her mom when camp's over but she doesn't cry about it. Sir said C17 left because he had a tummy ache. C18 says Sir lied.
C18 cries a lot but I still like him better than Sir so I'll believe him.
They said we had to do languages and accents.
No one understood what an accent was. Sir told me to say "Put the red wagon in the yellow truck." I did and he told everyone I had an accent because I didn't talk in English first. I thought he would yell at me again. But when everyone understood he even said 'thank you'. Sir told us we had to learn accents so it was like every language was the one we talked in first. So we listened to people talk on headphones and talked with them over and over.
They said we had to learn discipline.
Discipline was walking in two straight lines and saying 'yessir'. It was following orders too, that was the hard part. Orders weren't usually fun. Sometimes they made people get hurt.
We were practicing discipline while we walked back to the cafeteria in two lines. All of a sudden Sir turned around and yelled "camouflage!" That was another game we played. When Sir said it he'd close his eyes and count to thirty and we hid behind trees or bushed or doors inside. At thirty he opened his eyes and if he could see a kid that kid was dead and no one could talk to him the rest of the day. Each time Sir counted lower and lower. By now he was down to twelve and this time there were no trees or bushes and definitely no doors.
The field had no place to hide. Most kids ran and tried to get over the hill but they didn't make it. Me and C2 and another kid C24 I think went the other way.
For the river.
The water was cold but I was never dead before and I didn't ever want to be so I took a big breath and went under. The water pulled on me. I grabbed C2's hand and it didn't pull me away. There was too much mud to open my eyes so I just waited in the dark.
My lungs started burning like I swallowed hot soup and I had to come up. Now would be the worst part. If we got revealed any time in a minute after Sir opened his eyes we were dead. In the minute Sir would try to 'extract intel'. I don't know what 'intel' is but he tried to get us to rat out other kids. If we did we got extra dessert and they had to be dead the next day too. Sir said we had to have karizma. We had to make the other kids like us enough that they wouldn't rat us out for dessert.
I squeezed C2's hand. I wouldn't rat her out.
But then C2 let go and came up too. Her face was really white. Sir's head snapped around to us and he said we were dead. All the other kids were dead too. All except...
C2's other hand was still in the water. C24.
I opened my mouth to rat him out but C2 kicked me. So I punched her arm. I'm sure Sir noticed but unless we talked C24 wasn't dead and I got no dessert. I tried to talk again and C2 ducked me. It didn't work so well because I'm bigger. But by the time I got her off the minute was up.
I was so mad I broke the rules and yelled at C2. Sir said I had to be dead an extra day. C24 came up and smiled at C2 even though she was dead. That was breaking the rules so he had to be dead too.
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TBC