Chapter Three: New School, New Worries
"You're lying," I said but then again, who would lie about something like this. "My father would have told me if he was in danger. We have a strong relationship."
"That maybe, but would he really want you to worry when your spy exams are coming up? Would he want to add more to your plate of stress?" Darrell raised one eyebrow for my response but he didn't need one. He already knew what I was going to say.
"You have a point but," I said. "What is the school going to do about it? Surely, they wouldn't let one of the most top notch spies be murdered. They must have a game plan and if not, I'll be happy to search for him and stop the assassin myself." My mind had already been formulating a plan. I thought back to the times on the plane. He was always looking out the window as of expecting something that means he knew what was about to happen. This explains how he had retrieved those parachutes so fast. Could he possibly know his assassin?
"They wouldn't risk your life and I am sure the school already has search parties out looking for him. There is no need to worry." Even as he said that I was worrying. My dad has been receiving threatening notes for the past month and I haven't known a thing about it. How was I suppose to sit back and let my dad get killed? It was outrageous. Every fiber of my being demanded for me to save him. If only I wasn't so darn tired. "Listen, McKenna, I know you are worried about your dad but you and Nathan need some rest. It has been a long day."
"From the looks of it, Nathan has already taken your advice." Darrell smiled a bit. I couldn't tell. It happened so fast almost like he shouldn't be smiling.
Darrell must have drove for miles. When we finally reached the extravagant Brookhaven Prep, he had practically fallen on the grass. It was humorous as I watched some adults drag him away. He sacrificed sleep to get me here. I should thank him.
There was a crowd of people as Darrell's Rust Truck pulled in. Many held up signs that read: I LOVE YOU BYRON A. or WELCOME HOME MR. ARMSTRONG. Apparently, no one has received the news. My dad has a lot of supporters but I never knew he had supporters from my generation. They must learnt about him from their parents. My dad may look young but he was still old, like 30, old.
A slender, tall woman with jet black hair that was pulled in a tight bun strolled professionally over to me. She ignored Nathan as he stumbled out the door of Rust Truck and into the nearest entrance door. She held her amber eyes on me. The tight grey skirt and tucked in white collar shirt made her plan and boring. Watching her come to me was like watching a gracefully gazelle take its time eating. She was in no hurry to reach me. I was at the bottom of her to do list. "Hello, Ms. Armstrong. I am the vice principal here at Brookhaven Prep. You may call me Mrs. Sanders. I have, unfortunately, received the tragic news about your father and we are doing everything in our power to find him."
"Did you inform the rest of the school?" She didn't even have to answer that. The confusion and disappoint on the crowds faces when I got out the truck explained everything. "They do deserve to know."
"That time will come when it is Serving Hour." She hastily removed me from outside before continuing our conversation. She must have been worried that someone would recognize me as Byron Armstrong's daughter. Then there will be rioting. "Let me show you around the school. I have your schedule and dorm mates available." She handed me a three sheets of paper. The first was a map of the school. The second was my class schedule and the third was the names of the two girls I would sharing a room with: Courtney Holt and Raven Millan.
"Will there be someone to escort me tomorrow morning?" It was getting late already and I doubt this woman could stand on her feet any longer since she had those forty inch heels on. "I am sure I can find my way to the dorms."
She stifled a yawn before answering. "If you think it's best," Before I could have a chance to change my mind, she was already down the hall and to her office.
My dorm was located on the east side of the school. I had room #412 which was already occupied by two other girls. Since this was a school for spies we pretty much kept the dorms out of sight. I had to navigate my way through the forest, across the lake, and to my dorm. It was already so late and my feet were aching from the unannounced hiking trip. Unfortunate, but grateful I wore sneakers. The log cabin that was my dorm stood firm and tall. It felt like camp not that I have every been to camp. I was too much of a target to be anywhere besides school or home. Sometimes it sucks being Byron Armstrong's only daughter.
The news of my arrival did in fact spread to my dorm. The two girls, Raven Millan and Courtney Holt were waiting for me with a welcome banner and balloons. I haven't received much affection from anyone except for my dad so it still surprises me that there is a bit of love still inside of people.
"Hello, I am so excited for a new roommate especially since its you. The daughter of Byron Armstrong that must be so exciting! I bet you get to go on some of the missions don't you? You probably have seen Mr. Armstrong cry! Oh how I would love to see a celebrity cry! Then again that makes e sound like a really mean person which I'm not. I am so nice and pretty. Wait. That makes me sound egotistical which I am so not. I not want you get the wrong impression of me. Oh shoot I probably already gave you the wrong impression. I am so sorry." The platinum blonde girl didn't and probable wouldn't stop for a breathe. Her exotic green eyes express her excitement and worry.
If it wasn't for the shoulder length brown haired girl with the grey eyes, then I am sure the platinum blonde would have kept talking. "She talks when she is nervous. Don't mind her." she stuck it her manicured hand and I gladly received it. I could use a friend. Someone who didn't talk a mile a minute. "I'm Raven and that chatterbox over there is Courtney."
"It nice to meet you," I said politely. It was all I could muster. I wasn't the only royal spy daughter in the room. I knew that name sounded familiar.
"You're lying," I said but then again, who would lie about something like this. "My father would have told me if he was in danger. We have a strong relationship."
"That maybe, but would he really want you to worry when your spy exams are coming up? Would he want to add more to your plate of stress?" Darrell raised one eyebrow for my response but he didn't need one. He already knew what I was going to say.
"You have a point but," I said. "What is the school going to do about it? Surely, they wouldn't let one of the most top notch spies be murdered. They must have a game plan and if not, I'll be happy to search for him and stop the assassin myself." My mind had already been formulating a plan. I thought back to the times on the plane. He was always looking out the window as of expecting something that means he knew what was about to happen. This explains how he had retrieved those parachutes so fast. Could he possibly know his assassin?
"They wouldn't risk your life and I am sure the school already has search parties out looking for him. There is no need to worry." Even as he said that I was worrying. My dad has been receiving threatening notes for the past month and I haven't known a thing about it. How was I suppose to sit back and let my dad get killed? It was outrageous. Every fiber of my being demanded for me to save him. If only I wasn't so darn tired. "Listen, McKenna, I know you are worried about your dad but you and Nathan need some rest. It has been a long day."
"From the looks of it, Nathan has already taken your advice." Darrell smiled a bit. I couldn't tell. It happened so fast almost like he shouldn't be smiling.
Darrell must have drove for miles. When we finally reached the extravagant Brookhaven Prep, he had practically fallen on the grass. It was humorous as I watched some adults drag him away. He sacrificed sleep to get me here. I should thank him.
There was a crowd of people as Darrell's Rust Truck pulled in. Many held up signs that read: I LOVE YOU BYRON A. or WELCOME HOME MR. ARMSTRONG. Apparently, no one has received the news. My dad has a lot of supporters but I never knew he had supporters from my generation. They must learnt about him from their parents. My dad may look young but he was still old, like 30, old.
A slender, tall woman with jet black hair that was pulled in a tight bun strolled professionally over to me. She ignored Nathan as he stumbled out the door of Rust Truck and into the nearest entrance door. She held her amber eyes on me. The tight grey skirt and tucked in white collar shirt made her plan and boring. Watching her come to me was like watching a gracefully gazelle take its time eating. She was in no hurry to reach me. I was at the bottom of her to do list. "Hello, Ms. Armstrong. I am the vice principal here at Brookhaven Prep. You may call me Mrs. Sanders. I have, unfortunately, received the tragic news about your father and we are doing everything in our power to find him."
"Did you inform the rest of the school?" She didn't even have to answer that. The confusion and disappoint on the crowds faces when I got out the truck explained everything. "They do deserve to know."
"That time will come when it is Serving Hour." She hastily removed me from outside before continuing our conversation. She must have been worried that someone would recognize me as Byron Armstrong's daughter. Then there will be rioting. "Let me show you around the school. I have your schedule and dorm mates available." She handed me a three sheets of paper. The first was a map of the school. The second was my class schedule and the third was the names of the two girls I would sharing a room with: Courtney Holt and Raven Millan.
"Will there be someone to escort me tomorrow morning?" It was getting late already and I doubt this woman could stand on her feet any longer since she had those forty inch heels on. "I am sure I can find my way to the dorms."
She stifled a yawn before answering. "If you think it's best," Before I could have a chance to change my mind, she was already down the hall and to her office.
My dorm was located on the east side of the school. I had room #412 which was already occupied by two other girls. Since this was a school for spies we pretty much kept the dorms out of sight. I had to navigate my way through the forest, across the lake, and to my dorm. It was already so late and my feet were aching from the unannounced hiking trip. Unfortunate, but grateful I wore sneakers. The log cabin that was my dorm stood firm and tall. It felt like camp not that I have every been to camp. I was too much of a target to be anywhere besides school or home. Sometimes it sucks being Byron Armstrong's only daughter.
The news of my arrival did in fact spread to my dorm. The two girls, Raven Millan and Courtney Holt were waiting for me with a welcome banner and balloons. I haven't received much affection from anyone except for my dad so it still surprises me that there is a bit of love still inside of people.
"Hello, I am so excited for a new roommate especially since its you. The daughter of Byron Armstrong that must be so exciting! I bet you get to go on some of the missions don't you? You probably have seen Mr. Armstrong cry! Oh how I would love to see a celebrity cry! Then again that makes e sound like a really mean person which I'm not. I am so nice and pretty. Wait. That makes me sound egotistical which I am so not. I not want you get the wrong impression of me. Oh shoot I probably already gave you the wrong impression. I am so sorry." The platinum blonde girl didn't and probable wouldn't stop for a breathe. Her exotic green eyes express her excitement and worry.
If it wasn't for the shoulder length brown haired girl with the grey eyes, then I am sure the platinum blonde would have kept talking. "She talks when she is nervous. Don't mind her." she stuck it her manicured hand and I gladly received it. I could use a friend. Someone who didn't talk a mile a minute. "I'm Raven and that chatterbox over there is Courtney."
"It nice to meet you," I said politely. It was all I could muster. I wasn't the only royal spy daughter in the room. I knew that name sounded familiar.
One day, a girl was walking through a forest. Her name was Rachel, and she was looking for a friend. Her and her friend, Misty, were camping, but then Misty disappeared. She then saw a dim white light. She walked towards it and saw a face, a body, arms, and legs. It was wearing a white dress. You know, when she thought about it, it looked a bit like... "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
That's all for chapter 1! Please tell me if it needs to be a little longer and feel free to post your questions and comments!
That's all for chapter 1! Please tell me if it needs to be a little longer and feel free to post your questions and comments!
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces by pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces by pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.