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 Woman 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 happened before dinner and late in the everning which kind of kills the meaning of the phrase "Movie Night" Right after the last class ends all the girls rush to the Main room which was located in the left wing of the school (I've been there before 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 choose 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 Dirty Dancing) and go to my dorm to finish next month's homework. Movies aren't really my thing anymore. 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 make their way to the cafeteria.
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I find myself in the vents again. Once again they lead me to Liz. I arrive just when Liz is unlocking the door but I don't announce my arrival until I see her endurance crumble and her will lose hope. Until she stops punching the punching bag. The first and foremost, most important thing to a spy; the first rule you ever learn—Notice things. For a girl who has one of the highest I.Q's in the state, she's a pretty bad at that. And for some reason, I plan to help her improve; Completely throwing my cover under the bus. But every time I think that, I pretend I am Aunt Abby. Selfless and brave—the perfect combination for a perfect spy. I have to reach that point someday anyway so why not dig my grave and start now?
AN: I know its short and mostly a filler but I'm uploading the next chapter in about an hour probably so hold on till then. But please review because that makes me really happy :D