I imagine my life as a marathon. The starting point is obviously the beginning, the water breaks are the middle, and the finishing line is the end; the point where you die.

But I also class the beginning, middle and death by how perfect you are.

Beginning: XFailX

Middle: Getting There….

And Death is where you reach the perfect limit point, the place where you've finished the impossible bucket list and are ready to go.

I haven't even reached the middle yet.

But in my marathon life, even if you don't reach the finishing line, it doesn't mean you can't die.

It means you're as good as dead.

Especially if you're a spy.

I wake up soundlessly. Stretching my arms above my head, I make sure to look in every bug in turn, then to look away so it looks like I glanced at the bugs in total coincidence.

I take everything I need and then walk to the bathroom. Once I enter, I close the door behind me and securely lock it. Next, I look cautiously around. No cameras. Good.

For the more crucial part, I gently take off my black wig and bald cap to let my golden blonde hair out. It swings three inches above my hips and doesn't have a single split end. I hate it. Too bright, too distracting, too noticeable for a chameleon.

I strip, step into the tub, and take a quick shower (2 minutes and 56 seconds).

I dry myself and change in the washroom, only leaving when I'm sure all my hair is hidden securely beneath my wig once again.

I don't take my time while getting my supplies. I hurry and am out of the room in 14 seconds.

Once I lock my dorm door, I head to the cafeteria, my black 2 inch heal boots clonking against the smooth tile floor.

It's confusing sometimes; being two different people. At least, that was what I used to think before; when I was two different people. With Abby, I was myself, easy and never hard to be. When I was on missions, I was whoever I wanted to be. I could be a Vanessa, a Lily, an Emma; I could even name myself December and no one would be the wiser.

It was like Dress-Up but with identities.

Kayla today,

Moira tomorrow,

And maybe I'll be myself when I have the time.

But then things changed.

They always do.

XxNothingButTheTruthxX

"CoveOps," Mr. Solomon said, walking between the girls and boys standing in single line formation, "Is something you don't need to know."

Students stared at him skeptically. "Nope," Mr. Solomon continued. "It's not for everyone." His face was impassive as he stared at the faces of the spies one by one. "You could do studies in lab, or office."

His movements were silent as he walked with his hands behind his back. "So I bet you're wondering why you're here, if you don't have to be. If you're not …fit to be—"He started down Macey McHenry but averted his eyes as he moved down the row.

"You're here…to show me if you want to be." Solomon finished his speech, staring directly into my eyes.

I know I probably shouldn't have, because it'll effectively make him acknowledge me more than the rest of the class, but with him being my uncle and not even knowing it, I just had to.

I smirked as he stared at me.

And then I winked.

XxNothingButTheTruthxX

I sit at the corner in the lunch room. Noticing noticing noticing everything.

I eat my five stars soup slowly, taking my time because, really, I have nowhere important to go. CoveOps ended directly after Solomon's 'inspiring' speech.

I am skipping class today, simply because I feel like it. I am learning nothing new, after all. It was like reviewing everything I already know.

After I finish my soup and dispose of it in the plate/bowl/cup/utensil slide, I wander the hall ways, looking for secret passages I've missed before (highly unlikely) and effectively camouflaging into the background when I hear someone turn the corridor.

Once I find a secret passage that leads straight to the doors of the academy, I quickly step in and jog to the end.

Once in front of the doors, I freeze, turning rigged. I had hoped this wouldn't happen.

"Ditching, huh?" The smooth voice or Zachery Goodie commented, "Mine if I join you?"

There, leaning against the wall, effectively blocking my way to freedom was now someone who I swore to put on my Hate list.

The smirking little devil was the flaw in this plan.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, May here, sorry, sorry. I hope u don't hate me. This chap, as a few others, remain as a filler but do not worry, adventure will not stop! Favorite and follow! Don't forget to review! I'm aiming for 40 this chapter but do not hesitate to add more and tell me what you think.

Sorry about the present and past word switch up-my mistake on that part.

May is not Ally Cartier. May is only here to make smiles.

Ta ta!