The Agency

Cameron was an ordinary girl until she was recruited to be some secret agent, leaving behind her whole life. Now she must learn to adjust to her new school, new job, new world. She has to cope with going to bow and arrow lessons instead of art, and field trips sometimes require going halfway around the world. Join Cameron in her struggle to fit in, and deny her forbidden love for another.

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2. The Acadmey

Camerons Pov.

We arrived to the academy. It was nice and big. About five stories. But those were just the class rooms. There was a pool out back, a tennis court, a soccer field, a football field, and inside there was a gym for basketball and a separate gym for cheerleading, according to Donnie.

All of the students had their own houses. For this to be a hidden place, Its really big. It probably covers about ten acres.

My house looked exactly like my house at home. Every thing was set in the exact same place and stuff.

“Woah. How did you do this?” I asked.

“We have been studying you. Your friends, how you act, your house. I thought we went over this.”

“We did but I didn’t know this was why.”

“You know where everything is. I’ll leave you to get showered and then explore the campus a bit more. Your first class is at 5:00. Don’t be late.”

He left my house.

I walked upstairs to my bathroom. The resemblance was uncanny. They even had the towels. This was a little creepy…

I hopped into the shower and sang my heart out. I didn’t think I was to bad. After I was bathed I  wondered if there were clothes in my closet. I took a look inside and they were the exact same ones that I had at home. This was really weird. I picked out an outfit and went downstairs.

I wasn’t exactly sure if I wanted to walk around campus. I didn’t know anyone and I wasn’t exactly the best at making friends. I was so shy and nervous. Maybe I could just stay here until 5:00. But during I was thinking all of this I found my self getting closer to the door. I reached for the door knob then opened it. Stepping out onto the porch I saw so many more people than there were before. They were all walking around with their friends, holding books, talking.

And once again I was the new girl.

I stood there for the longest time until a girl started up my driveway.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Hi. I’m Aria.”

“Cameron.”

“Are you new?”

“yeah. I really hate this place.”

“You’ll get used to it. When is your class?”

“5:00.”

“Archery, nice.”

“How did you know that?”

“We organize the classes by the hour, at least for newbies. And I’m in it.”

“oh.”

“So when did you get here?”

“about an hour ago.”

“Where did you come from.”

“Uh,” I nervously shoved my hands in my pockets “America. Wisconsin actually.”

“Oh so you aren’t really used to the warm weather?”

“No, not at all.”

She looked past me at my house.

“Woah…Nice place you got here.”

“Thanks…it’s just like home. Literally.”

“I know! Isn’t that just so creepy. Everything is in the same place and the colors of the walls are the same.”

“Exactly the same.”

“Aria! Hey come over here!” A girl screams from across the street.

“Well that’s me. See you in archery.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Aria waves and goes to her friends. It was nice knowing someone agreed on me with the creepiness of the academy.

 

“In archery, it’s important to hold the bow correctly. If you don’t, well, something like this could happen.”

She holds the bow backwards.

“What the heck, you can’t do that!” I said. “You’ll kill yourself. Geez are you stupid?”

“No, I’m not. This is my job. I have to demonstrate how to bold the bow incorrectly and what happens when you shoot the arrow.”

“I’m pretty sure we all know how to hold a bow.”

People begin to nod.

“What is your name?” The lady asks me.

“Cameron. Yours?”

“Chloe. Um, you may grab your bow and arrows now and begin practicing targets. Not on each other!”

“Well, you’re welcome for saving your life.” I walk past her and grab a bow and a few arrows.

Now, I wasn’t exactly Katniss Everdeen when it came to archery, but I was better than my sister, and she was pretty good.

I put the arrow in, aimed for my target, then let go.

Almost in the forehead.

“Where did you learn how to shoot like that?” Aria asks, setting down her weapon.

“I don’t know. I just always knew how.”

“Huh…that’s pretty cool.”

 

My next class was Science. It was always my favorite class. I loved the experiments, my teacher, my peers, everything about it.

We were getting assigned lab partners.

“Newman, your with Keith. Miller with Drag, Jenson and Beckett…”

I looked around for the kid with the last name Beckett. Aria looked at me nervously.

“Are you Beckett?” I mouthed.

She shook her head. “He is.”

I looked over to where she pointed. In the corner there was a boy with hair so long, it covered his eyes. As my mom used to say “He had emo hair.” It was as black as night just like his clothes. Except his shirt had white letters on it that spelled out “I’m the shit”.

I turned back to my teacher with wide eyes. No way was I sitting with him all year. No freaking way.

“I think that covers everyone. Take your seats.”

“Ms.Herring, could I possibly sit with someone a little less scary? Like Aria?

“No, this is your partner. Get busy, Miss Jenson.”

Gulping, I walked back to my seat. When I got there I took a deep breath, held out my hand, and said “Hi, I’m Cameron. What’s your name?”

He dropped the pencil he was using to clean the dirt from his nails on the table. I hid my sudden urge to throw up. He looked up at me dead in my eyes. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stared.

“Whats your name?” I asked again.

He didn’t answer me.

Was he deaf or something? Or mute? Or did he not want to talk to me.

I set my bag on the table as he watched my every move with his piercing brown eyes. I began to feel uncomfortable.

“So, uh. It says here we need to put on the goggles and tie up any long hair.” I said, taking the hair tie off of my wrist. “Can you get us some goggles?”

Beckett, that’s what I’ll call him, just continued to stare at me.

“I’ll get them, then.”

I felt his eyes follow me across the room. When I got back to the table, I confronted him.

“Dude, you are really creeping me out. Stop, ok? Like, why aren’t you talking? You can hear right? You can speak?”

Beckett slowly started to nod.

“Then why won’t you answer me? Why do you just stare at me? God, stop being such a creep.” I put my goggles on and turned to our experiment.

 

Weirdo...

 

http://www.pintrest.com/pin/235172411764847382/ Camerons outfit for the day.

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