AN: So as usual, I don't own MI High, nor anything you may recognise. I just own Demi and Jamie.
I was in class, listening to McNab informing us of an incoming visit of an army general for our career fair. How fun. I don't want another job. I sighed, and somehow managed to keep my eyes open long enough for my pencil to flash. Oh, what now? I sighed, and snuck out of the class with the team. It always amazed me how somehow we'd never been caught sneaking out!
We left the lift and Tom said, "Don't worry Frank, the awesome foursome are back in the house."
"In case you haven't noticed, there's actually five of us!" I replied, as I saw my dad was still packing.
"Let me guess, MI9 have realised their mistake, because of a looming world ending threat." Dan trailed off,
"And they want us to take care of it." Zoe finished.
"Our equipment's useless now. So the only thing you'll be taking out is the recycling." My dad said, handing Dan a bag.
"Oh, you are kidding me, right?" I asked. My father shook his head, and handed me a box full of junk. Struggling, I carried a series of boxes to the skip with Dan and Tom. "Great. One day I'm saving the world, the next I'm the freaking bin-man!" I said, as I emptied out the boxes.
"Come on! We should be enjoying this, being a spy is about being resourceful!" Dan said, in reply to mine and Tom's complaining.
"Yeah but we're not spies anymore are we?" Tom said.
"Until they sack us we are." Dan replied. "Look, some of this stuff is awesome. I should ask Frank if I can keep some for my collection."
"You have a collection?" Tom and I both asked at the same time.
"Yeah. Antique spy stuff!" Dan replied.
"God, and I thought I was nerdy." I said, finishing off emptying the boxes.
"Wonder what this does." Tom said picking up a canister. He pressed a button on the top, and water squirted out, soaking him. I bit my lip to contain my laughter, not wanting to seem cruel. Dan on the other hand burst out laughing, which broke me, resulting in me giggling. Tom smiled, and I knew how much I was going to miss these guys.
20 Minutes Later.
We were sat back in class having now finished taking stuff to the skip. Mr Flatley was explaining to us about CV's. To be honest, I wasn't paying attention, I was finding it pretty hard not to gag at how disgusting my clothes smelt. No matter how many times I went into the shower I probably would never get the stench of rubbish out of my hair. I didn't blame Jamie for leaning away from me. "This is pointless. I just want to be a spy. It's all I've ever been." I said, putting my pencil down.
"I don't wanna be anywhere else. And I get the feeling, neither do you." She said, briefly glancing at Tom before looking back at me. I shook my head. I saw my pencil flash, and I turned it off. My father probably just wanted me to do some vacuuming, and I'm no housewife.
AN: And I'm going to leave it there! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!