Lies are easy to say. I could say, "I'm fine." Or, "I'm okay." Or, "I feel great." And you'd decipher that as the truth when all along it could be the biggest lie I have ever made

In

My

Whole

Life.

After lunch I have no other class. I see people walk to the library with arm loads of work. Some have more.

I have no work. It is my first day here. They think I need time to…adjust.

I act like they are right.

I walk to my room and dump everything on to my bed and desk. Then I quickly sort out my belongings.

Folders here, Binders there, Notebooks here, Pencils there, in a few minutes I am finished. I like things neat and nothing out-of-place. I'm not a neat freak, really. I just tell myself that if I can't make myself perfect, then I might as well make something else perfect.

I'm happy I get my own room. Privacy is a big advantage to being put in this new school.

Some Things I Know About This School:

Students receive letters from their family thrice every week

Students, particularly girls, take gossiping to a whole new level

The schools cover is snotty rich kids. I think they're playing their part a little too well

Their popularity pyramid consists on how well you can throw a punch

This list is ongoing. I have put more stuff in it almost every minute. It's boring. I already know almost everything about this school and the people in it anyways.

But as I already know, almost doesn't cut it.

I find this school stupid. I've been walking in the shadows of the corridors for 34 minutes, surrounded by more than 20 kids.

Not one of them has noticed me so far.

It's infuriating. How are they supposed to live in the spy world if they can't sense someone right beside them?

I shake my head and run a hand through my black wig. How could they be this blind?

With an irritated shake of my head I make my way back to my dorm, where I stand in front of the closed-door and stare at my room.

Something isn't right.

Ah. Bugs.

Maybe this school isn't as stupid as I thought.

Good.

Now I'm thinking of all the possible things I could do—I know that there are video bugs as well as recording ones. They think I'm not a good enough spy to find out that there are bugs in my dorm and if I take them out, then what will they think?

They'll get suspicious.

It's too risky.

I walk around the room and check the bugs.

One bug on my window sill (video bug),

Another bug on my bookshelf (video bug),

One on the ceiling (video and voice bug),

Another on the door knob (video and voice bug),

And one on my dresser (video and voice bug)

I silently pad toward the washroom. Inside, I look around. I only have one concern. If there is a bug in the washroom, I am taking all of them off.

I look around and hold my breath. After checking the washroom I let it out with a whoosh of breath I was holding in. No bugs.

I smile and shake my head; let the games begin.

A/N Short and Late, yes, sorry, sorry.

Recap: So, class is done for the day and Cammie drops her stuff in her room, and then organized it. After, she sneaked around the school, wondering how good of a spy they are and is disappointed. When she returns to her dorm, she finds bugs. Now, she isn't intrigued but is threatened if there are bugs in the washroom, (Which I will explain why later in the story) there are no bugs. Although, she finds the bugs in her room a way to say, "You're suspicious" So she makes sure to make investigating her hard for them.