Secret Agent Nguyen: Central Park's Secrets

by pingponghua

Liên Thi Nguyen has been a member of the CIA since she was 8 years old. As a young child, Liên learned self-defense (karate and kendo), how to handle various guns, and many branches of science. Her main goal was to capture the head of the Chinese mafia. Now an undercover student in New York, Liên has to watch over someone, yet there's something unusual about the student.

3. Chapter 3

CIA Tip #3: Always keep a journal on every mission. Draw diagrams or pictures as needed. These are some of the requirements for the file report.

School starts today.

I sat alone in the back of the classroom for zero period. Even though first period hasn't started yet, I sat in Mrs. Johnson's class for AP Environmental Science.

Since class hasn't started yet, I took out my trusty pastel yellow notebook and a black gel pen, scribbling choppy details about my current surroundings on the sepia lines. On every mission, it was crucial to keep a journal about your daily work. Your daily work was part of the file report.

The bell rang after I filled half a page in my notebook. Students dressed in free attire: jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, cropped tops, boots, sleeveless hoodies, and sandals. American schools are so different from the ones in Vietnam. We had to wear uniforms in Vietnam, but here they are wearing whatever they desire.

While the students settled down, an approximately thirty-year old lady carrying a bundle of papers entered in. She wore round thick-rimmed glasses and a black skirt, completed with a blue collar shirt. Her creamy brown hair was tied up into a sleek bun.

She beamed brightly when her eyes caught me. "Good morning class! Today we have a student from a different country who's joining us for a couple of months and her name is Lien Thee...Nu-yen? Ng-yen? Nu-wen?" Her failed attempt to pronounce my surname made me want to slide in my seat and die.

"It's pronounced like the English word win," I replied quietly.

"Oh I'm sorry! Anyway, this is Liên Thee Nguyen! I'm Mrs. Johnson, your AP Environmental Science teacher. Can you introduce yourself Liên Thee?" Mrs. Johnson asked. Crap, all this attention is turning to me.

"Hello everyone. I'm Liên Thi Nguyen, a foreign exchange student from Saigon, Vietnam. You may just call me Liên."

A boy with white blonde hair and blue eyes raised his hand. "Your English is pretty good."

"Thanks." I knew the tone in my voice wasn't grateful. Since preschool, I learned English. My next door neighbor spoke Chinese, so my ba had me learn Chinese from her. My cousins grew up in Westminster, California, so whenever I visited them, I spoke English with them. My housekeeper often spoke French to me. As of now, my French is a little rusty, but I know enough to survive in France.

"Alright, let's start class today!" Mrs. Johnson propped up a large green textbook with a picture of lush green forests on the cover. Neon-colored sticky notes were stuck in between the pages.

I took out another notebook and began to jot down notes from the PowerPoint. Hmm, this class isn't as hard as I thought. I learned that when I was eight, which was part of my CIA training. I needed to learn that so that my file report would be thorough and clear.

After for what seemed like fifteen minutes, the bell rang. Students quickly stuffed their notebooks into their backpacks, eager to get out of class.