The person who owns the GG series is not me.
I learnt to be a spy outside of the spy school. It wasn't like Gallagher Academy at all. It tested your strength; your ability to survive without love and the ability to see the only family you really know die at your feet.
Maybe the kids in Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies and Gentlemen were unconditioned but I just didn't feel like they were ready for an actual mission.
But deep down, I don't think it really came down to that.
It wasn't that they weren't ready for a mission; it was just that I thought they weren't ready for the type of mission I went through.
The type if mission they'll eventually receive.
The movie night is before dinner and in the late afternoon which kinda kills the meaning of the tittle "Movie Night".
Right after school ends, all the girls rush to the Main Room, located in the left-wing. I've been there before on my first night (what can I say? Exploring takes you places). It was a room that storages two wooden bunk beds which the girls pull close to the large flap screen T.V and lay on, two plush leather couches that are placed side by side in diagonal formation, a single red recliner and plenty of high-definition. There are also two work desks that were moved to the far left side where a dusty lamp stands rigidly and a digital clock blinks the time in faded red.
The girls assemble themselves on the couch, bed, and floor; carrying multiple pillows and blankets around them to make themselves comfortable.
When the movie finally turned on, (they choice to watch a sappy movie) I managed to sneak away half way through (while they paused the movie to pick what they should watch next; it was Step Up) and go to my dorm to finish next month's homework.
Movies aren't really my thing anymore.
xXNothing But The TruthXx
Dinner is at 8:00 and I manage to sneak back into the movie room while the credits roll down the second movie, marking its ending. I'm positive no one noticed that I had left and I blend right into the crowd of girls as they walk in single file line to the Cafeteria.
The girls at the beginning of the line falter for a second and as I walk into the Cafeteria, I figure out why.
The Cafeteria is set with an equal amount of chairs and tables on each side off the room with fancy tablecloths and plates placed on the tables.
Number of Extra Agents in the Room: 25
The girls hurry their paces when they realize they are the last people left. Once we're seated, I do another discreet once over of the room.
Number of People: Full House
Number of Extra, Unnecessary Chandeliers: 7
Number of Extra Webcams: 3
Well today seems like a fancy day, I think as Mr. Solomon walks up the stairs to the makeshift stage and the lights dim.
As all the spies blend in and search for danger, I can't help but think of all the kinds of scenarios that could happen, that could put my whole mission—the reason I'm here in the first place—in danger.
And I can't help but feel a little inferior,
Even if I don't show it.
Mr. Solomon started his speech with a knowing smile. A smile that didn't reveal anything and made you felt like every single possible guess you gave to why this is happening is wrong. He stood behind a wooden podium and spoke. He briefed us about what has happened in the school year so far, criticized our CoveOps work and sent constructive comments our way. He looked at each student meaningfully and stared every spy-in-training in the eye, glancing at me last as I glanced back at him the same way he did. I analyzed him comically and almost missed the impeccable way he fell out of his knowing smile that he was granting the school as he stared into my eyes that I coolly kept a liquid black color. I could've blinked and missed it; hell, I could've been staring and missed it, like all the other spy-in-training's did.
Then Mr. Solomon addressed the soon-to-be graduates about their futures as a spy and jobs awaiting them.
And finally, we are allowed to eat soup. Soup. An hour speech later and we're given soup. And salad.
A few people polity excused themselves to go to the rest room while others talked in low voices with one another. I drank my soup straight from the boul. Screw manners, I'm starving.
I wipe my mouth with a linen cloth and do another once over of the room, checking every bit from the floor to the ceiling. As my eyes wander to the floor again, they catch Mr. Smith's. I look into his eyes and read the palpable message he's trying to send me with them. I'm sorry. Keep on guard for later. There's more. Don't keep your heart on your sleeve.
And as I gave intently into his eyes I know that whatever's coming isn't going to be good.
xXNothing But The TruthXx
Before we have the main dinner course, (which is spaghetti, I checked while the girls were shamelessly sobbing over the movie plot) Mr. Solomon gave us another speech:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this year you will need to step up your games. For the remainder of this month—twenty days—we will have visitors," he pauses and looks around to gauge the spy-in-trainings faces (which array from surprised to worried) and continues, "They will know nothing about spies and it will be your job to make it stay that way."
Mouths fly open and few quiet gasps leave them. Mr. Solomon nods almost diminutively as if he expected that reaction and pushes on, "Every single one of you will act like a normal civilian!" Right about now, in a normal school, loud dramatic gasps would be heard followed by rebellious shouting. None of that was heard now.
"Whoever slips up in the slightest will have consequences to pay for. Whoever slips up thrice will be expelled from this spy school." Now gasps were heard but not a single protest is heard.
"Dinner will now be served," Mr. Solomon said while men and women in uniforms enter the dining room with silver trolleys carrying five-star is spaghetti. They begin to hand the plates out, serving it with coke with a choice of ice.
In thirty minutes, the students use the time to talk, gossip, eat, and in my case, study. Study every person's facial features, every word in that speech, and anything that could be out of place or different. Basically, anything that can help me find out what's next in store.
After the spaghetti, Mr. Solomon steps back on to the stage but he isn't alone.
As he waits patiently behind the podium for the chatter to decrease, which happens almost immediately, he clears his throat and speaks, "Now, I will give the stage to Mrs. Morgan who will be announcing the reason this fancy dinner is being held."
Mrs. Morgan is truly beautiful. She has long blond hair, bright blue eyes, soft pink lips and blonde eyebrows that smoothly arch.
Mrs. Morgan scans the room before speaking and I take that time to drink my coke and turn to my linen napkin, effectively hiding my face.
As much as I wish I could've predicted this, I didn't. I stare at Mr. Smith who glances at me with a somber and slightly apologetic expression.
Mrs. Morgan's full name is Rachel Morgan.
My last name is Morgan.
To Mrs. Morgan, I shouldn't be alive.
To the people who want me dead, I shouldn't be alive.
One thing that Mrs. Morgan and I have in common is our blood.
Standing before me is someone I should call my mom, someone who shouldn't think I'm dead, someone I've only seen when I as a baby and before everything went wrong.
Standing before me, behind that podium is my mom.
And she doesn't even know I'm in this crowd.
Heck, she doesn't even know I survived that night.
Why hello. You guys have given me 95 reviews so I decided to give you a chapter. It's how this thing works, right? :P
How'd you like Mrs. Morgan? She didn't get to do her speech yet. That'll be held in the next chapter and will be just the amount of surprise as this chapter. You guys have any guesses on what'll be about?
I loved u guy's random facts! Here is mine: I was once alone with 3 hyena's. I then ran back to my family like Usain Bolt. Never Again.
I posted a short story about Percy Jackson. Only the first chapter though. So if you guys like PJ then feel free to check it out. It's called SAVING ANNABETH and is AU. I apologize if this chapter is too short and confusing. I also apologize for grammar mistakes. Thinks will get better :)
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