6.
"Ms Robinson?" A man dressed in black Armani asked me. I nodded to him, slightly confused. I mean, it's not every day that you're out shopping with your best friends and a man approaches you. "Please follow me."
"Why?" I asked. "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of your father. He requested that I come get you." That was the only reason I didn't freak out and use the Grosque manoeuvre on him. I nodded, said goodbye to my friends, and followed him. He led me to a helicopter on top of the mall. I hopped in, after the Armani man and sat in one of the seats, buckling in and stuffing my bags under the seat.
We whirled into the air, and started moving. After two hours, I got slightly curious.
"Excuse me, Sir-" I started but he cut me off.
"Agent Solomon," he said.
I nodded. "Excuse me, Agent Solomon, but where are we going?"
"To Blackthorne Institute." The way he said it, was as if, I didn't know where that was. How wrong he was. I am a Robinson of course.
"Is it about my father?" I asked.
He looked slightly shocked. "You know of your father's... career choice?"
"Of course. He trained me when it was vacation. He's the headmaster of Blackthorne, is he not?"
Before he could answer, we landed in a deserted field. I looked around at the surrounding area around the huge grounds. It was basically hidden in the forest. The building itself was beautiful. It was huge and modern looking. I jumped out of the helicopter, my bags in one hand and my hoodie in the other.
At the front of the building, I saw a man; a chubby small man.
"Uncle Steve!" I yelled as I started running towards him. I hugged him tight while he chuckled.
"It's excellent to see you again, Mikky," he stated.
Agent Solomon was walking up behind me; he held his hand out to Steve. "Hello Steve."
"Nice to see you, Joe. I hope she wasn't too much trouble," Uncle Steve said, shaking Agent Solomon's hand. "Please come in, I think you have explaining to do."
We walked into his huge office, and I seated myself behind his desk. Steve laughed lightly and sat in one of two chairs in front of me. Solomon joined him.
"Now please can you tell me why I'm here?"
"Your father, Mikayla, was killed on a mission in England by a terrorist group called the Circle of Cavan," he paused, and looked at me as if I would break down. I just levelled his gaze, my face emotionless. He continued. "Charley was a descendant of Brian Blackthorne – the founder of the school – which means, you being his only child, that you are a direct descendant." He paused again, allowing the information to sink in.
Me – Mikayla Alexandra Robinson – a descendant of Brian Blackthorne. Wow. "So, what happens now?"
"Now, you are the new headmistress of Blackthorne," Steve said.
"WHAT? I'VE ONLY JUST TURNED FOURTEEN! I CAN'T BE A HEADMISTRESS. I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED SCHOOL!" I exploded, standing up and banging my fists on Steve's desk.
"Please calm down, Ms Robinson, and I will explain," Solomon said. I glared at him, watching him flinch a little. I sighed and sat back down. "As you aren't of age yet, Steve, will step in for you until you are eighteen and therefore, become of age."
I rubbed my temples, trying to get rid of the headache which had formed during all this. "Do the students know that this school is... mine?" I asked.
"No, they have no idea who you are, why you are here, that you are the headmistress of the school and that you are a descendant. But you will be attending Blackthorne until you are a sophomore. Then you will attend Gallagher Academy, our sister school," Steve explained to me. "Now come on, I need to introduce you and Solomon to the students."
We walked out of his office and to the Mess Hall, where I presumed that the boys were having dinner. Steve told me to say outside the doors while he and Solomon went into the hall.
"Gentlemen. We have a guest. This is Agent Joe Solomon; he will be your temporary CoveOps teacher while Professor Nicholls recovers. I also have another announcement," he paused for a second, thinking of the right words. "We have a new addition to the student body-"
He was cut off, by the sound of the doors as I whipped them open and strutted down the gaps between the tables.
Forks dropped. Heads turned. But I just carried on walking, my eyes fixed on Steve. I had a little smirk planted on my face as I walked. When I reached the podium, Steve stepped out of the way and gestured to the podium.
"Gentlemen, my name is Mikayla Robinson, I'm Charley's daughter."Gasps erupted all around the room. "I will be attending Blackthorne for a year, then I'm going to-" Steve cut me off.
"They don't know about Gallagher!" he whisper-hissed in my ear.
I nodded. "Then I will be going somewhere else."
"I bet she won't survive a day here!" A mouthy senior yelled. His friends snickered.
I laughed at him, as I stepped down from the podium and walked towards him. "Spar me," I challenged. He laughed and stood up, throwing a punch at me. A sloppy one at that. I caught his fist in my hand and twisted it behind his back. I heard him gasp in surprise before I pushed him onto the ground and held him there.
He was almost screaming in agony, while the rest of the hall just watched – mouth agape. I let him up and walked back to the podium – my hips shaking.
"I haven't had any assassin or spy training, but don't underestimate me because of that, or because I'm a girl. I'll put you in your place if you do," I stated, glaring at the senior who was now nursing a sprained wrist.
Steve took over the microphone. "Zachary, Grant, Jonas please look after Mikayla, she will be rooming with you three."
They nodded and I went down to join them. They introduced themselves, and we just had small talk all the way through lunch.
As we were walking to the room, they asked me about my father, and how I knew everything. "Well, you know that my father had a lot of connections with a lot of people, yes? It was only reasonable that I also grew accustom to getting information from those people. Oh, and Zach? Your mother says 'Hi'."
From there on out, we became inseparable. They were my big brothers. And I never told them the truth.
I awoke from that dream, sweat dripping from my body. That was the first time in almost two months, that I had had that dream. It was just a reminder of how I came into this life. And I hated it.
I looked at my clock, noticing that it was just gone midnight. I picked my phone up, seeing that I had a new message from Cassandra Goode.
How's Cameron?
I jumped out of my bed and sprinted to Cammie's room. I picked the lock, and slammed the door open. All of their heads popped up, and they jumped out of bed, getting into martial arts stances, before realizing that it was only me.
"Mikayla? It's midnight," Macey groaned, getting back in bed. I searched for Cammie, not being able to find her.
"Where the hell is Cameron?" I screamed. Mrs Morgan, Solomon, and Steve ran into the room at that point, followed by Cammie.
I grabbed her and checked her vitals, even though I could see that she was fine.
"Ms Robinson, what is going on?" Mrs Morgan asked.
I turned to her, a terrified expression on my face then quickly glanced at Solomon and Dr Steve. Once they saw my face, they understood what was wrong, as there is only one thing that gets me this scared.
"Mikayla, get Zachary, Grant and Jonas then get them to warn the whole school. Rachel, take Cameron, Bex, Liz and Macey down to the sub-levels. Dr Steve, put the school under lock down," Solomon ordered.
I couldn't move. Everything was happening so fast. No one moved except from Steve and Solomon.
"Mikayla, what on earth is going on?" Mrs Morgan screeched once more.
I turned to her, almost shivering. "The Circle are coming."
So, everything's changed. It's all going differently now. I got a quick question: have any of you wondered what it would be like if Macey hadn't have come to Gallagher Academy in the books? Would Cammie have been attacked, do ya think?
Quick shout out: Please read Complete Chocoholic's story. She's new and its called Brian Goode meets Cammie Morgan. It's really good.
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