I arrived just as the bell rang (according to plan) and sat at the back right of the corner of the class, English, (as planned but the popular were on the left) and I didn't talk to anyone.
The big test was whether I could find a quiet spot to eat morning tea. I finally found one after 10 minutes, I found a small door with stairs that led upwards. I followed them batting away the spider webs and it led to what is now my favourite spot in the school, the roof.
I finally snuck away from my group of fan girls all wanting my attention. I could finally go to my favourite, secret spot, the roof.
I walked up the stairs that are normally covered in spider webs but they were broken. Someone had come to the roof. Could those stupid fan girls found my secret hide out? They were going to pay big time.
I opened the door and started my rant with a scowl on my face. "Who do you think you are, how did you find where I sit, hang on, really who are you?" my tone softens as I realise that I've never seen this girl before in my life. She didn’t look like the rest of the girls at my school. She didn’t wear revealing cloths or 6 inch heels. She was simple with shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn’t a barbie doll with makeup that made her look like a clown but little to none at all. With her hair in a ponytail. I was fascinated by her, she was different and I liked it.
"I'm Kat, if you want I'll leave and I won't tell anyone. I'm sorry, I'm new and I really don't like crowds." She says softly and in a hurry. I looked into her eyes and saw that they were angry, but about what? She hurry's to try to leave but I block her.
"No, stay, I'm sorry, there are just some really annoying girls and I thought they had found my spot." I didn't want to tell her why I had crazy fan girls drooling over me or let alone that I have fan girls at all. They were just an embarrassment. "Stay, you seem different, I want to get to know you."
"how am I different?" She asks with a grin plastered on her face.
"You don't try to seek attention from anyone, I just realised that you're in my English class. You were so quiet I didn't even notice you." I try to be truthful without revealing to much but I hear her mutter something that sounds like 'That's the point.' I ignore it and continue to look at her.
"I knew everything." She seems less timid than before. "oh, what's your name, I told you mine now you tell me yours."
"I guess it's only fair. I'm Nick Hale." And with that the bell rang.
"What your next class?" She inquires.
"Same, see you then."
I left the roof and headed down to my locker. I got my books while brushing off some cob webs while thinking that I needed to know everyone but them not know me. No-one could know me, it's to dangerous, and I can't get attached.
I wasn't looking forward to history as nick would be there. Hopefully he doesn't sit next to me.
I walk into the class scanning the room for exits, entrances, possible weapons (habits of being a spy) and nick. I wasn't really surprised that I found him sitting with the popular's. He had talked about annoying girls (most likely all fan girls wanting his attention), he had the looks, the build and by the looks of it he has the attitude.
I leaned over my desk to the girl next to me. "Who's that guy with the brown hair in the middle of that popular group?" I asked pointing towards Nick even though I knew his name, I needed to know who he was. I needed more information but without suspicion because on the roof I looked into his eyes and saw that he was holding something back.
"That's Nick Hale, the school joker, heart throb and ultimate playboy . Oh, I'm Cameron by the way but you can call me Cammie."
"I'm Kat and he's the playboy, should've known." Now that did shock me. He didn't come across as a play boy let alone the ultimate playboy. He was playing me and he would pay for that, maybe with his life (jokes jokes).
The class started and it as about the colonisation of Australia, boring, but like most teachers do they like to embarrass the new student before they start the day. Same old same old.
"Miss Sparrow, welcome to my class, I'm Mr Solemon, if you don't understand anything, just ask but first could you please tell us a little about yourself?"
My agency MIAA (Multiple Intelligence Assassin Agency) had told me that a retired agent worked at this school. To the untrained eye Mr Solemon would just look like a normal proud high school teacher but as soon as I stopped walking and stood in front of the class I could tell he was the retired agent. From the way he stood to the way his mussels bludged out of his shirt. It was him.
"Thanks Mr Solemon, I'm sure I'll be fine. As you all know I'm Kat Sparrow, I'm 17 and I live with my uncle. I've been to 9 high schools so this is my tenth. I'm a black belt in all of the different types of martial arts. And I hate lies and secrets. Oh and I can speak fluent French, Thanks."
I sat back down, when I looked at Mr Solemon he had a smile across his face he finally realised I was the undercover agent. Only took him about 5 minutes, he could of done better. I guess being the prodigy and the agency's boss’s niece, the word gets around. And with my speech of lies and secrets, I couldn't blame him. My life depended on them.
I looked over to a stunned Nick, guess my cover was really different, but they all were and it's great to finally be me after years of being shy at all of the schools I've been to with missions. The agency thinks that if someone sees me out of school when every teenager should be in school. Also being new no-one knows so it may be a little odd.
I zoned out of the lesson but within a few minutes I heard my name and looked up. I wracked my brain for the question finally finding it while everyone's eyes are trained on me. 'Why do you think they choose Australia to colonise?"
"Because they needed somewhere far away from England so if they treated the slaves or the indigenous badly, word wouldn't spread and the ‘secrets’ wouldn’t escape. But this backfired on them as it took a very long rime for supplies to arrive." I stated off the top of my head, there was loads more to it but I couldn't reveal it as it is government secrets, perks of being a spy. I slightly hinted the word 'secrets' and I saw the smile on Mr Solemon's face as he answered, "Yes, well done, spot on in a way."
Everyone turned and stared at me and I just smirked. Being and agent at MIAA they teach you everything about the history of the world. So classes are more like revision, aka boring.
I snuck out my coms unit I took from home and connected it to my phone while placing it in my ear discretely and started to listen to 'Everybody' by the Justice Crew.
I heard the bell ring and waited for everyone to leave before getting up out of my seat. I walked over to Mr Solemon's desk.
"Hello Agent Solemon." I say in a cheeky tone and his face stiffened from the previous smile.
"I'm no longer an agent. But I know that you were listening to music through a coms unit all lesson." He says seriously but then softens again. "But I guess that it’s all revision. So may I ask what the mission is?"
"Yeah, sure, you were level 9"
"10" he corrects automatically with a smug smile. "And you?'
"And your 17, that’s miraculous." he says in awe. "How long are you here for and again what mission?"
"2 years and drug dealers."
"2 years for drugs? Must be big and good luck with keeping who you are a secret for that long but I will be looking forward to you joining our class." he finishes like a normal teacher though he is far from it. But he has a point on the identity. That will be hard but I can do this I have for my whole life. What's different now?
I walked to my locker and grabbed my stuff for maths. I was the last in and the teacher, Mrs Fluxous, I think, looked annoyed "Sorry Miss."
"Just take a seat." She then turned and started the lesson. Again I zoned out and started drawing my favourite gun. A bit odd but who cares.
Near the end of class she put up a problem that was apparently meant for year 12's but it was really just an extension of what they had learned today.
'The value of Sonia’s motorbike depreciated (decreased) at 12% p.a. compounded
quarterly. If the bike was bought for $18,500 calculate its depreciated value after
"Ok class, anyone want to have a go?" The teacher asks and a girl, I'm guessing the class genius, put her hand up. She did the problem but did the wrong approach so the answer was wrong and the teacher echoed that.
"Anyone else?" No one put their hand up so I thought that I'd save them the excruciatingly long explanation. I put my hand up.
"Yes Miss Sparrow." I stood up and walked up to the board, grabbing a marker on the way. I wrote the answer and the teacher checked but I already knew that it was right.
"That's correct Miss Sparrow." She said flabbergasted as the new girl could answer a year 12 question with ease in under a minute and the top student could. And she wasn't the only one staring, the whole class was.
The bell suddenly rang and they all stayed staring so I got my books and left. After I left the whole class snapped out of their shocked trance.
I put my stuff away into my locker then headed straight to the roof.
I `opened the door quietly wanting to sneak up on what, well really who, I wanted to see. Kat Sparrow, the bipolar girl. One minute she's shy the net she's standing in front of the class proudly and answering super hard questions. She's so confusing.
"Hello Nick." She says, still with her back turned. How the hell did she hear me. I was being sneaky.
"Hello Kat. The shy yet outgoing new girl."
"Well about the shy, lets just say I can finally be myself, so no, I'm not shy." And with that she pushed past me with the amount of force of a football player. I stood there shocked for a couple of seconds that felt like slow painstaking minutes. I then realised I had to talk to her, properly.
"Kat." I yell down the stairs, taking them 3 at a time, "Kat!"
I finally reached the door and burst through not caring if anyone sees me. Which loads of people did cause I got all of these random stares and whispers.
"Kat!" I called again and then I spotted her dark hair. She finally turns around and looks straight at me with a mean glare, but I still ran over to her.
"Kat, what's up?" I ask sincerely