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. When you're a spy you have to be good at lying because after all the main job of a spy is making people trust you.

I have no other classes after lunch. It's the small things in life that a person is most grateful for (notice the sarcasm) I see people walking to classes or to the library with arms filled with work to be done. I have no work after all it is my first day hear and according to the powers that be I need time to adjust. I act like they are right. (Rule number 24: Let people underestimate you. That way they will never know for sure what you're capable of.)

I work to my room and I dump everything onto my bed and my desk including the contents of my suit case. Then I start to sort out my belongings. Folders here, Binders there, Notebooks here, Pencils there. (Rule number 1: The importance of an orderly mind) In a few minutes I am done with the trivial objects then I get started on the less trivial. I place a Gun under my pillow and two others under a lose floorboard along with my set of throwing knives. Just because this is the Gallagher Academy doesn't mean there aren't people here who might want to kill me (Rule number 5: Trust no one) I'm happy I get my own room. At least privacy is an advantage of being put in this new school.

Some things I know about this school:
Students receive letters from there family two times a week.
Girls in particular SPY girls take gossiping to a whole new level.
They think they are good spies (in theory they are right in practice they are very very wrong)
Their popularity pyramid consists of how well you can throw a punch.

The list is ongoing. I'm putting more stuff on it (mentally) every minute. It's boring. I already know almost everything about this school and the people in it anyway. 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 20 spy kids. Not one of them as noticed me so far. It's infuriating. How are they supposed to survive in the spy world if they can't sense someone right beside them? How is it possible to be so smart and at the same time so STUPID? With an irritated shake of my head I decide to head back to my dorm before I lose it in a corridor full of spies in training.

I make my way back to my dorm but when I arrive I stand in front of the closed door and look into my perfectly organised room. Something isn't right. (Rule number 11: Trust your instincts) Ah, Bugs. Maybe everybody in this school isn't as stupid as I thought. Now I'm thinking about all the things I could do. They think I'm not a good enough spy to find out there are bugs in my dorm (they are wrong) and if I take them out, then what will they think? They'll get suspicious. It's too risky. So I simply walk around my dorm and check the bugs. There are five bugs in total 3 video and 2 voice. I silently walk over to the bathroom. Inside I look around. I only have one concern. If there is a bug in the bathroom, I'm taking them all off. I look around the and hold my breath. There are no bugs so with a sudden whoosh I release the breath I was holding in.

I wake up soundlessly. Stretching my arms above my head I make sure to look at every bug in turn but then look away as if it was a total coincidence (Rule number 22: There is no such thing as a coincidence) I take everything I need and then I walk to the bathroom. Once I enter I close the door behind me and securely lock it. For the most crucial part, I take of my black wig and bald cap to let my dishwasher blond hair out. I hate it.

I strip and step into the shower and then proceed to take a shower (no dah) I succeed in keeping it under 2 minutes. I dry and proceed to change making sure both my hair and scars are securely hidden from view. I don't take my time while getting my supplies. I hurry and I am out of the room in 14 seconds.

It's confusing sometimes; being two different people. At least that's what I used to think before; when I was to 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 Lilly, an Emma; I could even name myself December and no one would be the wiser. I was like dress up but with identities. Katie today, Moira tomorrow and maybe I'll be myself when I have the time. But then things changed. They always do.

AN: Sorry I know I took ages to update. I will try not to do that again. I have confession to make the reason it is taking me so long is because I am reading Harry Potter for the first time in my life and it has me sufficiently hooked. So please review and save me from the impending angst that is the Order of the Phoenix. Anyway I hope you liked this chapter. Also please tell me if you want me to continue with the rule thing I have a total of 55 written down to use at some point but let me know if you want me to continue or if you hate it.