After the conversation with Mr Perfect hair (Colton), I was really pumped and full of adrenaline. I was ready for 'Challange Your Fears', I had trained for this every day, especially since I hadn't been requested and assigned to any missions lately. So my main focus was C.Y.F. I was so excited, I felt like I could take down 'Ares', the God of war right now. But no matter how excited I was, unfortunately I still had to finish my marvelous Monday of school.

Currently I was slumped in my chair, at the very back of my history class. I really wasn't listening to anything my very plum teacher was saying since I already new everything that came out of his thin mouth. I was too busy counting down every second on the plastic round clock plastered to the wall in the front of the class. Following the little handle on the clock, that was slowly but surely driving me into madness.

I usually didn't mind this class, but ever since Colton transfered into it it sucked, he would never stop showing off about how 'smart he is'. But when you really get to know him, you realise he has the brain of a llama that has been ran over by a bulldozer a million times. Not that I was complaining about his nonexistent capability to learn, I was all for running him over with a bulldozer; in fact I would even volunteer to drive it.

I hadn't heard from the S.S.A about a certain 'walking piece of paper' all day, but I knew he was in good hands.

Unexpectingly a large piece of paper hit the side of my face and rolled onto the desk in front of me. I reluctantly opened it up, confused as to why someone would recognize that I'm in this class and curious as to what it says.

But of course the llama faced jerk knew I was in this class. It was his ambition to make my life a living hell, not that he had to try very hard, I would just have to look at his stupid face and my day would be ruined.

I'm looking forward to tonight. But most of all, I can't wait to see the look on your face when I absolutely obliterate you at the games. It's not like if you lost that anyone would ever remember you anyways. Your a nobody. And you always will be. The note read.

Now this was just pathetic. I looked over to the front of the class where he was smirking down at his text book.

Wasting no time. I ripped off the section of the paper where he wrote his "insulting words about me." I looked towards the front of the class where my sumo sized history teacher was contently eating a double pack of Mars Bars. If you took a quick glance at him you could easily mistake him as a baby hippo with his fat around his waist and stomach practically rolling off the side of the chair. I silently turned around in my seat and opened my backpack. My fingers grasped around a small photo and I brought it out of my bag. After that I squished it into a tight ball with my hands going through a plan in my head.

Colton was sitting in the front row, to the very left end and his desk was inches away from the wall. In front of him was Mr. Balsniffs writing at his desk and munching on his Mars Bars.

Bringing my elbow up and back at a 60° angle, I threw the paper ball with as much accuracy as I could muster. Watching as it sailed through the air across the class room and hitting the wall. It rebounded off the wall and hit Mr. Balsniffs left temple and landed perfectly on the desk.

He looked up from his desk ever so slowly; and looked to where the paper was thrown, and the only person closest to his desk was Colton. He glared at a smirking James staring at his textbook who still thought his note that he threw at me was insulting.

The students still working stopped, as they could feel the tension in the room building up. This was a big deal in this school, because nobody ever dared to disrupt the class; they all took education much too seriously.

Hastily Mr. Balsniffs unravelled the crumpled paper and saw the photo. He gasped and his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.

The idiot that James was still hadn't realised that the whole class was staring at him. He looked up and his smirk slowly dropped, I watched as his icey blue eyes scanned the room until he reached the furious history teacher.

"JAMES! WHAT IS THIS?!" His voice boomed.

Mr. Balsniffs chubby fingers fumbled with the paper and revealed the photo to the class. I silently praised myself on my amazing deductive reasoning skills. Everyone in the class was trying to hold in their laughter.

And there on the picture was Mr. Balsniffs sitting in his inflatable pool in his backyard looking completely burnt with his bright red shiny skin. He was wearing nothing but some tight speedos which you could barely see because his stomach had dipped that low. Hair on his chest, sunscreen covering his nose, a pair of sun glasses and his mouth wide open with his hands up using the peace sign, that's how cool my history teacher was. So stealing the official 'Teachers Regulations' book from Steeves office wasn't the only thing I "borrowed". I found all of the teachers files, so I had to look in them and take advantage. But that waa only part of the reason, it also partly because the agency always taught me that I should find out everything about the people I surround myself with and who I trust. I already know every escape route, fire escape and school drill there is and I'm sure James does too.

"HOW DID YOU GET THIS! He yelled at James.

But James was just sitting there in his desk, eyes wide open... shocked.

"I-I- " He stuttered.

This just became the best day, I thought.

"DO YOU STALK ME JAMES COLTON. DO YOU NOT HAVE HOBBIES, ARE YOU SO BORED YOU STALK ME IN MY FREE TIME!?" He bellowed.

"Sir I assure you I had nothing to do with this, I swear it wasn't me." James' usually deep voice quivered.

"Is there any witnesses? Did anyone see Colton throw the paper?"

Immediately I threw my hand up, "I did sir." I stated, with a the straightest face I could make, once I saw Colton giving me the stink eye in my peripheral vision.

I was enjoying every second of this. The teacher looked over at me and then looked at James turning an even darker shade of red. He was shaking so violently, his chair was squeaking. Meanwhile Colton was glaring at me, so I turned my attention to him and gave him the smallest most innocent smile I could muster.

"Sir please calm down, your going to break the chair." Colton said.

"Oh so now your calling me fat!" The teachers voice came our as squeal.

"No, No sir that's not what I meant I just-"

"James Colton you are out of contol!"

I leaned back in my chair and chuckled softly to myself, I thought this conversation was going to end 2 minutes and 34 seconds ago as I predicted, but James was just digging himself a bigger whole. James must of heard me laugh because he snapped his head in my direction. I could see him slowly piecing the puzzel together. A few seconds had passed and his expression turned into a glare, he knew I threw the photo.

"James! Look at me when I am talking to you."

My history teacher started to wiggle his way out of his chair, struggling to get his rolls of fat over the arm rests. When he was finally released out of the chair he ran over to Colton's desk. But about half way Mr Balsniffs foot got caught on his own desk and his stomach collided with Coltons desk causing it to move an inch backwards.

Then the most unsettling sound came from Mr Balsniffs stomach. He face started to turn a light green colour.

I knew, the class knew and even Colton knew what was about to happen. Mr Balsniffs bent down and released all of the Mars Bars over James shoes.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I laughed and laughing was one thing I hadn't done in a very long time.

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The incident that happened that morning had spread like wild fire, everybody was talking about it. I hadn't seen Jamez for the rest of the day, not that I would have acknowledged him anyways. I think someone said he was going to get some clean shoes. As for Mr Balsniffs he was perfectly fine, just minutes ago I saw him happily walking down the corridor with another packet of Mars Bars, and stealing the 8th graders candy.

For me, I thought the situation was completely hilarious. Colton needs a few cracks in his ego once in a while. I almost feel bad for him... but then I just think that he is so famour here, he had all the students under his spell. Everyone thought he was the most amazing thing since duck tape. That didn't make me feel so bad.

But on a positive note, he'll probably move classes again, I thought happily.

Deciding I should check my time table in my locker instead of wandering around aimlessly like I had been for the last ten minutes I swiftly walked to my locker.

I pulled out my ID card from my pocket and slid it down the built in mechanical slot on the locker. In Harvey Accademy the security is pretty strict, you can't go down one hallway without feeling like your travelling over a border to anotger country with the amount of cameras. You even have to swipe your ID card to open the toilet doors to enter cubicles. The school knows exactly where you are, when you are. It was a little scary at first knowing that someone is always monitoring your movement throughout the day, but I can't trust anyonw here anyways, I always have to be on high alert.

I peered into my busy locker. Photo's of my never ending supply of family plasteres along the walls of the locker. My 6 brothers, Caleb and John who were the oldest and moved out of the house a year ago to go to college. Alec and Percy, the adorable 8 year old twins; but don't be deceived they could easily blow up a small continent with the amount of nuclear bombs they have under the bed. Travis, the brains whose a year younger than me, but he talks like he has swallows texts books for breakfast. And finally little blue eyed charlie whose turned 5 the other day, and just yesterday she finished learning the German alphabet.

All of my family has, is either working towards, is working or has worked for the agency. The division that I'm in is called the Adolescent Training 156, that stage of training is basically where all the teenagers go for training to work toward being elected to go for missions; which very rarely happens at our age but it has happened.

I felt around my locker until eventually I found my time table. Looking down at the lists of my subjects, I read:

12:20 pm - Driving Test

I glanced at my watch. it was 12:18 pm. Shoving my time table back I slammed my locker shut, and for the second time today sprinted to the other side of the school where the driving test was held. Passing lectures, the library that was so big it resembles the white house, the one of 6 5 star cafetieres and the car park. I turned the corner to see a brand new car and a very flustered looking Mr Bullet. Mr Bullet is the schools PE teacher, he was a past coronal in the army and his personality is as hard as a rock; his name was quite fitting really. Nobody has ever seen him show any emotion other than being harsh and angry; no crying, happiness or compassion for teaching... just rage.

Oh god this is not going to end well, I thought.

"Miss... " He looked down at his check bored.

"McGreggor, front and centre". I wasn't surprised he didnt know my name, even though he has been teaching me for the last 2 years. But that's exactly how I wanted it, I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

I rushed towards him with my shoulders back and full attention to him.

"Sir yes sir" I replied. Mr Bullet had this thing about respect towards him, that we had to treat him like he was still a coronal.

"It would seem that I am your instructor for this evening" He said pacing back and forth in front of me.

"It would seem so" I relied

"Don't you give me lip girl, now get in the car" he yelled.

This was probably the one teacher I wanted to test how far his patients went. I scuttled towards the car and got into the driving seat, while the driving instructor got in the passenger side. Being in the agency I already new how to drive a car, but I didn't technically have my licence yet. Putting my seat belt on, I started the engine.

"Now you are to drive in between the cones and go throgh several obsticals infront if you as you can see, then do a parallel park at the end of the school. Do you understand?"

I took a good look in front of me and saw a very tight and complex cone pattern all across the car park. We were currently at the back of the school, and the finish line was was at the front of the school was about 1 km away.

"Yes sir. But sir I have a question, do I have permission to engage request?"

"Granted."

"What was the fastest time for this track?"

"Exactly..." He looked down on him clip board that he held in this hand. "15 minutes and 43 seconds" He looked back down at me in the drivers seat. "Why do you ask soldier? You want a challenge?"

"Certainly sir." I replied with a smirk.

"Alight, if you get 13 minutes or bellow... I will give you a A." He looked my up and down then mumbled "But I doubt you'll even make 20".

That just made me furious I hated when people underestimated me just because I looked weak.

But instead of drop kicking his ass right then and there, I decided to show him.

"Challenge accepted." I replied.

He took out his stop watch and looked at me with a raised eye brow.

I took that as a sign to go. Putting two hands on the wheel, I stepped on the accelerator and pushed it right down to the floor. The wheels screeched against the gravel and Mr Bullet gave out a squeal of surprise. With one hand I rolled down the the window letting in the rushing air and then reached over and turned on the radio still going at about 60 km/h with one hand on the wheel. With 'Turn all the lights off' by T-pain blasting through the speakers, I turned to face the road fully. Waiting as my first obstacle rapidly coming up I sharply turned around one of the the round abouts made out of the orange cones at about 70km/h surely leaving a burn out. Another round of cones in a straight line came up, and I pushed down on the accelerator a little more I wove in and out of the cones, drifting on the road after each one.

I could faintly could here Mr Bullets screams of protest in the background, so I turned the radio up, with one hand on the dile and one hand on the wheel as I wove around another sharp corner. Looking ahead again I saw a tow truck outside the back entrance to the café we have at school, but that was not what I was paying attention of, it was the 8 meter long ramp at the back of the truck. It was quiet a small truck and had nothing infront of it.

Suddenly the music was turned down.

"MCGREGGOR! What do you think you are doing?!" He squealed.

"Passing my driving test." I said while looking ahead at my new target about 10 meters away.

Mr Bullet stopped what he was about to say and looked ahead and his eyes went wide.

"MCGREGGOR! You. Wouldn't. Dare." He eyes 15% challenging but the last 85% showed plain fear.

Taking my eyes off the road and looking at him, I angrily changed gears to the 4th.

"Watch me." I replied with a determined expression paced in my features.

I looked back to the road and saw the ramp was only 4 meters away. I pressed down on the accelerator which was fully on the floor now. Turning the radio up again with another pop song screaming out of the speakers, the car zoomed up on the ramp. At first the platform was rocky and the car struggled to get up, but with the amount of speed I was going at, it just made it. When we reached the top, everything almost froze for about a second, and all that could be heard was Mr Bullets girly squeals. We were completely air born for several seconds, I let out a scream and my face broke out in a smile, loving the way the wind hit my face, we were flying.

But it had to come to an end and this was were it got uncomfortable, the car smacked into the ground with a screech and we all jumped with the sudden pressure of the concrete. The car wobbled on the road for a while but I regained my concentration and placed both hands on the wheel again steadying the car.

I saw the parking spot ahead marked out with chalk and the the cones. But I kept driving straight with accelerator fully down until the car was about 2 meters away from the pavement. But just in time I jerked the wheel left and drifted into the small space.

Well that was fun, I thought.

Turning down the radio, I looked at Mr bullet not looking so tough and coronal like any more. His hair was flying in all different directions, mouth was wide open with a line of dripple on his chin and he was clutching the over head hanger like it was his life support.

Giving him the biggest grin I said "Well that was fun. How'd I do?"

He turned his head slowly towards me with a snarl on his face.

"How did you do." His voice slowly exculated

"How did you do!" he finally yelled. "I will tell you how you did." He looked down at his check list

"Student has displayed safe decisions on the road." He shakily drew a big cross on in the box.

"Students driving skills were smooth on the road, around corners, roundabouts and crossings" again he drew a firmer cross in the box. "Oh Oh this once is my favourite, you see that empty box there" He leans the checklist over to me and says "That is were I sign to say that you can receive your divers licence"

"Ok well now that you've got all that out of your system, you can go ahead and put that 'A' down that like you promised."

He laughed, but not a humorous one, more like a moking laugh, a laugh that I have become all to familiar with.

"You think that I would actually give you your licence." He laughs harder.

"Well yes, if me calculations are correct, I should have finished the track in under 9 minutes." I state matter-of-factly.

"We shall see about that." He reaches for his stopwatch that had fell on the floor and frowns.

"That can't be right, It's only just turned 10 minutes now."

"Nope, I assure you it is true. And I followed all the regulations, so you can sign that box now."

Turning in my direction again, suddenly furious he said "Get this in your thick dim witted head Miss McGreggor." He slames his right fist on top of the clove compartment, and with each word he says. "You." He slams his fist again, "Are." And again, "Never." And again, "Getting." The glove box started to shake. "Your." He slammed again. "Licence!"

And the compartmant infront of him couldn't hold it any longer. Shooting out of the compartment came the air bag which quickly inflated and smashed against his nose, turning his face sidewards towards him. He let out another girly squeal and his face went a light shade of purple.

By that point I was trying so hard not to laugh. But I had to keep a straight face and get him to hold his side of the deal up.

"You know sir... If you don't sign that form to say that I've passed the driving test. I'll have to do the test again. And whose the driving instructor for the school?"

His eyes went wide then.

"I'll file your A online this evening." With his cheeks pressed together, his voice came out muffeled and quick probably savoring the last bit of dignety he had left.

"Thank you Mr Bullet, It was an absolute plessure diving with you sir. I look forward to you teaching me again in the future." I said with a sweet smile.

I turned the ignition off and pulled my keys out, unclipped my seat belt and opened the door. Only to find about a quarter of the school's population out side the café with wide eyes, some with phones out recording and others just in pure shock. They had obviously saw the whole thing.

But the one person that caught my attantion was James that was standing in front of the crowd with a furious expression on his face. I smirked at that, I loved seeing him annoyed because of me, it means I was doing my job.

"You!" He pointed a me.

I laughed and threw the car keys at his chest. He caught them without taking his eyes off me.

"So whose going to never be remembered now." I smirked at his thought full expression

"See if you can do better then 9 minutes." I said smugly.

And with that I walked away to my next class.

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