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I was going to have to talk to Joe after class, because although I knew that it was rare for a spy my age to be out in the field, and have the scars that I do, but when you're sitting in a room full of teenage SPIES-IN-TRAINING and when you reveal something they didn't know existed, they all GASP.
I figured there would be some shocked faces, but no audible noise. My best friends, more like sisters, I figured their faces would be surprised, even though they are among the top seven spies in the room. Somehow I managed to hide these from them, even thought the first batch came when I was around seven years old. Joe taught me to hide what I didn't want people to see.
My friends stayed in their seats, silently staring, but I just faced the crowd of spies again.
"That's how I know. I know because I've been through it, more times than most of you in the room will go through this. Combined. I know because there is NOTHING more memorable than being tortured. NOTHING haunts you ore at night than the people who purposely cause you pain. NOTHING will replace the the pain that you feel, but most of all NOTHING in the ENTIRE WORLD hurts more than knowing that if you get up, thousands, or even millions of people will die, and its on you." I said all this with no emotion, and the blankest face I could muster. I looked at the people in the classroom, and looked at the people I loved, and the people that someday, I would have to work with in the future. I looked at them, and I glared, as if I could see down to the bottom of their person. I took one good look, nodded to Joe, and to Grant, and walked out of the room.
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I walked down to the lunchroom through my favorite passageway, which had gotten dusty again in the few days I had been gone. Somehow the spiders had known the minute I stepped out of the building to fill all of the passageways with cobwebs. I steppedslwoly through the passageway, not worrying about time, or if someone would run into me, knowing that no one but Zach, if he wanted to, could find me, and really he was the only one I wanted anywhere near me. I kept the sleeves of my blouse rolled up, because I knew that everyone would know by the end of the day anyway, because Tina Walters was sitting in the third row of that classroom as I gave that speech.
I walked out through the portrait hole, and walked down the stairs towards the lunchroom, spending the entire time staring at the rafters, thinking about everything that I had been through.
Unfortunately, while I was not paying attention, I bumped into a pretty solid object. Being in the wonderful mood that I was, I looked up from the ground, and got ready to yell at the person who had bumped into me. But it was Zach.
"Hi." I smiled up at him.
"I didn't think I had so much of an influence on you that when I walked by you would fall on the floor." He held a hand out for me, and I grabbed it, swigging myself off of the floor.
"You don't, I fell on the floor because I was startled by your ugliness." He placed his hand on his heart, and put on his stupid smirk.
"That hurts Cam. Right here."
"Lets go to breakfast." I grabbed his hand, and pulled him the rest of the way, and let go of his hand, before opening the doors, and stepping into my own personal Hell.
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