"Heyy Alexx and Jamila!" waved Brittany our school friend for many years now, she said walking over to our car.

"I haven't seen you guys since Spring Break." Our last mission, I look at Jamila. She smiles.

"Well, we missed you and everyone very much while we were in Paris." Jamila says nicely. I started thinking about what we did, rappelling down the Eiffel Tower chasing two French Snipers, but we couldn't really tell them that, now could we.

"Yeah I never knew I had a cool Aunt Rachel who would want me to come visit her." I lied.

It is really hard lying to your best friends all the time but after a while you get used to it and realize that telling them will mean they have to be….taken /out/.

I looked at my watch, dying to go to Homeroom, and say, "Well guys, we need to get to homeroom because the bell is going to ring in a few minutes." I really wanted to go to homeroom today.

So we all turned around and walked into Ridgeway Valley High. A place where you never go unseen. (I beg to differ though) Where the governors daughter and the Rock stars son are together. A place where anything and everything can happen.

I headed to my locker and get my supplies for Homeroom. I grab a Messaging Watch, thanks to my Uncle Jake, a regular pen, and a notebook.

I sat in my regular seat next to Jacob Hobbensofer, the one who is obsessed with me. Curse Mr. Violat for putting me next to this weird and disgusting of a boy.

"Alexx?" Mr. Violat was taking roll.

"Here." I answered, not looking up from my notebook.

I am a musician and I like writing songs whenever I can and playing my Guitar.

I was writing a song, about him. It's called The Blind Boy.

I only got a verse and the chorus in right before the bell rang.

Dammit, I now have to go to the witch's class.

I walked out of the classroom, turning down the hall eager to show Jamila my new song.

I found her by herself but then saw Chris about to make his move and come talk to her so I stopped. Curious to see what happens next.

"Heyy Jamila, how's your day been?" Chris said, not realizing that we had only been in school for about 49 minutes. I have been counting them.

(I technique I learned a Dubai a few years ago on a mission.)

I saw her freeze up and start mumbling to say something.

Oh no, time for me to save her, as usual.

I then, walked by casually both brush-passing her my song, and at the same time jabbing her, getting out a heyy.

I smiled, knowing that she had got at least something out.

I peeked over my shoulder a little and saw Jamila running up beside me.

"Your Welcome." I said before she could say Thank You.

"Yeah, I never though he would talk to me at my locker!" She said as if she was surprised. She knew he liked her, she just could not admit it.

"I loved your song by the way. The lyrics are very meaning full and deep." She added.

We walked into Geography, more like a death chamber to me.

We scooted into our seats quickly.

Of course knowing when the bell was going ring.

Ms. Nawrot was late.

4 Minutes later I hear and see her running into the door with files in her hands and papers flying everywhere.

I really dislike this lady. She is just the worse.

"Hello class, good to see you back from Spring Break." She said in her scratchy Boston accent.

"Ring Bell, RING!" was all I was thinking.

"Today we wil be learning about Western Civilization and the different eras in time." Ms. Nawrot said happily smiling.

The class groaned.

Ms. Nawrot slammed her hand down on the desk. I jumped.

"Before I forget, I must tell you guys about the Junior Class field trip next Wednesday!" she exclaimed.

"FIELD TRIP!?" my class roared.

Before she got a chance to finish, everyone was into deep conversation about what they were going to bring, who they were going to sit next to, and what they were going to wear.

After a few minutes Ms. Nawrot had had enough laughing and joy.

(She is evil you know!)

"Quiet Down Class!" She shouted.

Which is very surprising considering she is a major push-over.

Soon the class was as silent as a midnight desert.

To ruin the absolute silence was my watch, it beeped. Loudly.

Soon, all of the eyes in the classroom were on me, except for one pair, his of course. He was still focused on staring into space and acting like he didn't hear me.

I looked down at my watch, the screen blinking bright red and flashing the words, "REPORT TO HEADQUARTERS, IMMEDIATELY."

I had never gotten a message like this, must be very important.

I looked at Jamila. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets. I knew I was in for a lecture about turning my watch to vibrate.

Though when she was about to speak. Her watch went off.

I saw her look down, get worried, and look at me.

Ms. Nawrot finally spoke the first word, "Well, care to explain ladies?"

"In Paris over Spring Break we bought these watches and set them to hour intervals, I guess we both forgot to turn it off. Sorry Ms. Nawrot. It won't happen again." I spoke. Now how were we supposed to get out of this death chamber and get to headquarters?

I knew what to do. I mean come on; I am a spy of course.

"Oh no! I don't feel so good! I think I had some bad milk in breakfast this morning!" I said then started running to the classroom door, making gagging sounds along the way.

While almost out the door I heard a laugh, then peeked a little only to see Scott, of all people, making the noise.

Waiting outside for Jamila to come rushing out the door didn't take long.

"Jamila, go help Alexx and ask if she needs anything or needs to be taken home and such." Ms. Nawrot said.

Before Ms. Nawrot finished Jamila was out the door, ready to find the quikest way to headquarters from school.

We both knew though, we had never had our screens turn red when asked to come to headquarters. We knew it wasn't good.

We turned a corner, knowing that in a few minutes we would be in for a surprise.