I wish I could tell you that I wasn't always this way; that, once upon a time, I was and innocent person. I wish a lot of things, but, this is the thing that I wish the most.

Because despite how many times I wish,

I know in my heart that it will never come true.

I didn't get a wink of sleep after I was sent to this dorm last night but then again I never sleep. For sleep is when the nightmares come. My internal clock notifies me that it is 6:30 am. Breakfast starts at 7:00am. So I quickly fix my spiky black wig which is attached to a bald cap so that people have to go through twice the trouble if they want to find out who I really am. My eyes seem to change colour depending on what I'm wearing and since I always where black, my eyes are always a piercing dark blue. It is way better than contacts. I put on some spiky rings and head out the door, 15 minutes early (Rule number 33: If you can't be on time be early) Better to encounter a few people than to walk in on the whole school.

I memorised my schedule last night and then spent most of the night wandering the empty halls of the Gallagher Academy finding quite a lot of secret passage ways (31 to be exact) that I know no one knew existed before, due to the sheer amount of dust and spiders. I enter the cafeteria to a hundred pairs of eyes.

Oh shot,

I guess I'm not early after all. The Cafeteria is so quiet that it gets eerie. After taking by breakfast I head to a small table in the corner of the room, able to fit only one or two people. I am content sitting here. Until a girl walks up to me. She walks with a purpose and carries a notebook in her right hand. As she gets closer I figure out if she is a threat or not. She's not. Finally she reaches me. The cafeteria had been quite on her walk here all one hundred pairs of eyes followed her progress and listened to the clicking sound that her heels made on the tile floor. Click clack, click clack, click clack. I could tell by looking in her eyes that she was loving the attention (Rule number 30: If strangers know what you are feeling, you give them the advantage.) She smiles when she reaches me and when I don't smile back, I detect a small sign of uneasiness by the way her smile flattered for a second before she plasters it on her face again.
"Hello" she says "I'm Tina." I merely grunt in response and continue eating. She pulls out a chair to sit next to me. It makes an awful scraping sound that echoes across the walls. She launches into a round of questions:
"Is it true that you came from the orphanage? Or were you actually raised by dogs in the wild? Do you break stuff for fun or are you emo? Why won't you let anyone call you by a nickname?" I ate my breakfast whist she chattered on. The people in the Cafeteria started whispers of conversations but never louder than Tina's questions. I finish my breakfast by the time she ends her last question. With a push of my chair, I stand up and head over to where I put the empty plates away. She watches me as I exit the cafeteria as well as the other hundred kids in there, realizing that I didn't answer a single question she asked.

My first class is COW: Countries of the world. Don't normal people cover this in primary school? I enter the class only to be met with the teacher. Mr Smith. Now this year Mr Smith looks like a typical guy in his 40's; Forty-Seven to be exact. But I know better. Mr Smith is a natural at deception he knows every way to make himself look like a totally different person. He knows when someone else is trying to look like a totally different person too; especially if he knew the person beforehand. So when Mr Smith stares at me when I enter the class room, I know I'm screwed.
"Ah, Cammie Morgan. I was wondering when you'd show up at this school. Nice cover you have there" He says examining me "Have you been using the new finger prints I taught you to get?"

Rule number 10: Don't just react to a situation that takes you by surprise . RESPOND.

"I'm Cameron Carter now" I say.
"And I'm the bogeyman" He replies. "Face it , Cam, you'll always be a Morgan."
"Cameron," I correct him. This is going to be the worst spy class of my life. My first one but my worst one nonetheless.

I sit in the back of the COW class and never put my hand up, blending into the background like a chameleon. It's one of the things I do best, after all. I had to use it to my advantage; I'm a spy. When COW class end, I rush out; making it seem like I don't want to learn 'useless' stuff like that.

Next is Culture and Assimilation class. I blend into the crowd while walking to my destination, feeling like one of them. I know I'm not and the feeling quickly demolishes. I will probably never be one of them. The teacher is Madame Dabney. She wears glasses and walks around the class, seeming like she is floating. She teaches us manners, etiquette, dance and basically everything proper you need to learn when you're a spy. I listen in this class because even though I'm and experienced spy, I have not yet learned to be polite. I think it shows in my cover. Madame Dabney calls on me to answer a question and I answer flawlessly, but not as flawless as I want. She nods at me and moves on to ask another person a question, leaving me determined to learn to the best of my abilities. For the rest of the class I plan how to be the best. I plan to be better than the best. I plan to be perfect.

Mr Mosckowitz is the teacher of my next class and I wonder if anyone else my age is in a grade lower than they should. I remember the files I searched on the internet about the Gallagher Academy. I'm the only one.

Mr Mosckowitz teaches us data encryption and mathematics for people that is twice the age of most of the spies in the class. I listen with rapt attention and blend into the background, sitting in the back of the class. He doesn't glance back at me once. No one does. I am Glad. I'm not perfect in this class either and I'm getting frustrated.

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