Here's the next chapter, and some new characters! This came to me at 3 in the morning as I was unable to sleep, so forgive me if this isn't very well-written!
I don't own MI High.

St Hopes, only blue, was Rose's first thought when she entered the building. Everything looked very similar, but everywhere that had been red in St Hopes was blue in St Hearts. There was the same distinct atmosphere of disorder and slight chaos. She drew some curious looks from the students, dressed as she was in her work suit and carrying a black handbag even though she was the same age as some of the kids there. She grinned to herself. Her father would never have let her pull out of school at 16, but MI9 had offered even though she hadn't finished her education officially. And she loved doing things that she knew her father would have hated.

"Hello, can I help you?" came a bossy voice. Rose turned and saw a girl with mousy brown hair and a fringe, who was holding a clipboard made of titanium.

"Yes, please," Rose replied, taking careful note of everything to do with the girl, assessing her potentiality as an agent. "I'm here to see Mr Flately, would you show me where his office is?" The girl grinned. It had an edge of nastiness to it.

"Are you sure? You probably want Mr McNab, he's the one with all the power and influence." Rose smiled. That sounded just like Mrs King.

"No, thank you. I would like to see Mr Flately." Looking slightly put out, the girl agreed.

"Of course. My name's Melissa, I'm Student President."

"Nice to meet you, Melissa," Rose said. "Ah, this must be it. Thank you very much."

"No problem!"

Rose knocked on the door. It was yanked open by a dark-haired man in a suit. "Hello?" he said, "And who are you?"

"Rose Patel," she replied. An 'oh' sound came from within the room.

"Rose!" she heard Mr Flately call. "Please do come in." Mr McNab frowned and left. "How are you, Rose?" Mr Flately asked. He looked just as tired and worn as he had at St Hopes. "You do look very smart, I must say, but why aren't you at school?

"I'm very well, thank you, Mr Flately. I just thought I'd come and say hello, I was in the area anyway. Didn't I tell you at St Hopes? I was offered a Government job, they said it didn't matter that I had not completed my education." Mr Flately looked very impressed. "How is it here? Different from St Hopes?"

"The food is nicer," was Mr Flately's only comment. "Would you like to look around? I must tell Mr McNab about your job, he'll be ever so impressed and you went to my last school, he can't say that I'm a rubbish teacher after that..." he trailed off, before rallying. "Well ,it is lovely to see you, Rose. You're very welcome to take a look around, although I'm afraid that I can't show you around - I'm rather busy, we've got several new pupils who arrived yesterday, it being the start of the school year and all," he looked down at a list on his desk, looking harassed.

"That's fine, Mr Flately," Rose smiled. "It's been lovely to see you, and I'll be absolutely fine to look around on my own." Mr Flately nodded, already disappearing back into the charts and lists in front of him.

Rose walked the corridors of St Hearts, looking for something, anything that was promising. Nothing so far but more nothing. She suddenly felt her phone buzz with an incoming call, so she moved to the side of the corridor and pressed the accept button. "How are you, Rosie?" Oscar said. "Do you want me to come over there?" Rose thought about it for a second.

"Yes please, Oscar. I'm sure Stella wouldn't mind, you were MI High too. I'm at..."

"St Hearts," Oscar filled in, before rattling off the address. As a private joke he continued on, "London, England, United Kingdom, Europe, Earth, The Solar System..." Rose just laughed.

"Alright, alright, you know where it is. I get it. I'm going to find their base, see me down there?" Oscar assented before ringing off. Rose smiled to herself. Telling Oscar that she wanted to be his girlfriend had been the best thing to happen recently, and a lot of very good things had happened recently. He was so sweet and protective, and if some people couldn't help but be mean about the fact she was 17 and he was 19, then that was just sad for them because they obviously didn't understand how wonderful it was.

She decided that the Caretaker's Cupboard was the best place to start looking. Maybe they hadn't changed the entrance, even if it was a new location. Five minutes later she was standing outside it. The door, predictably, was locked. Not the sort of lock that could be picked, either. This was it. Which meant...

Rose pulled the light switch, and sure enough, there was a thumbprint scanner. She pressed hers to the screen, and a second later the door opened. Grinning at the familiar routine, Rose looked for the Apple Green paint, and pulled the mop that was beneath it.