S.S.A

"Miss McGreggor, please report to the principals office right away" Steeves boring monotone voice spoke though the high definition speaker. The amount of times I've been in his office is uncountable, some of the punishments he gave me for "breaking school rules" was just ridiculous. For example one time I accidentally brushed past one of the stuck up students in the hall ways, and they reported me so I got two weeks of detention for harrassing and bullying a student.


"Oh my god, what the frickity frick does he want now" I mumbled. But quite honestly I knew what he was talking about: the driving test. Later that day I found out my little stunt with Mr Bullet had not gone unheard of, it went viral. Several kids had videoed and edited it, they made it look like there was explosions and fake paderstrians that got ran over to make it look like a 'Fast and Furious' scene.


Currently in my last class of the day, I only had five minutes left of science. I liked science, I found it intriguing finding out the smaller things on earth that make up the world. And what could possibly be out there, but humanity still has a lot to discover. But the highlight of the class was that James was in a class lower than me in science.


Leaning back on my desk, I changed the song on my ipod to the song "911 by Skrillex". I looked up to see all the eyes of the class on me.


"What? It's not like I'm going" I said with a straight face, feeling indifferent.


Some shrugged others just turned around and faced the front. They were all watching the timing device that felt like it was stabbing people in the face slowly with the agony of waiting.


And then it happened that glorious sound, the sound of freedom, the sound enabling fun to start... The bell. Each bell signaled that this forty five minutes was eliminated off of this head- bashing- against-wall monday was slowly finishing.


Shouldering my back pack behind me I walked out of the class room. All the students shoes squeaking on the tiles of the hallway, some chatting to friends, some planning study groups, others just getting picked up by family and their  dad's taking them home... Nobody ran up to me and asked me what I was doing this afternoon, nobody even glanced at me, acknowledged my existence. But I liked it that way.


Slipping pass the front school doors, successfully avoiding the jocks tackles, the barbies flipping of hair and just people in general. I walked out into the brisk winter morning. I had to find the nearest lampost.


In this town it has always been questioned why the lamposts are about twice the size of a normal lampost. But the agency made sure that rumour died down quickly, as far as the citizens of this town are told is that the electricity has a lot of short outs so they needed extra wires and special parts, so the lamposts needs to be bigger to fit all the extra parts in. Hence the reason for the large lamposts. But this town has a very rich history and a lot of odd things have happened in it's past. Our lamposts aren't like the ones you see shooting past on the highway, we have short black and very old lamposts that make the elderly people in the town start every convocation off saying "back in my day" when they walk past one. Except Mr Fredrickson, he takes sefies with them and uploads them up to instagram.


But the lights have had no more than the average amount of short outs in the lamposts.


The rumours are a lie.


You see the agency doesn't have one specific head quarters, they have seventy four all over America. Some underground, some in abandon warehouses, they're everywhere. So the only way I am authorised to get to the agency was by lampost or what the agency's technical name for it was paragam or egrees which is a synonym for potal. A portal separating two completely different worlds, from the outside normal life to the adventurous and dangerous underground.


I was in level AT157 because I was still in training. As the levels go up, the locations, training and the missions all change.


After walking for about ten minutes, I scanned the area and luckily saw the familiar dark black lampost that I use most days of the week. Looking around me there was no civilians around so I ran up to it.


On the side of the eighty centimetre lampost was the outlining of a small opening, on the opening it had a circular lock with the shape of a star and dull looking symbol in the centre. The star was in the background of the lock and a roman scales was in the centre. The scale represents justice which reflets on what the agency believes in, we fight for what is right and to stabilise peace. It is said that the agency chose the scales because of a roman goddess called 'Thermis'  who was the lady of justice, she wore a blind fold and sword and held the scales. On the left side of the scales was a shiny silver flame on fire which symbolises courage and on the right side was a small dagger that represents bravery. This four centermeter in diameter lock could only be opened by the skin touch of a spy. So placing my thumb on the closed opening I waited until I heard the familiar click. The outline of the opening opened slowly to show a key pad. Punching in my digit code:


AT00100200157#H32


This standed for: Adosolence Training (AT00), fighting class 1, Intelegence 2, 157 race number and headquarter 32 (#H32)


The outside of the key pad flashed red, then green enabling the door the open. The rusty door pulled side wards to the right leaving me about a 60 cm gap which I easily squeezed into.


Once inside the cramped paragam I sat in the small chair in the centre surounded with the actual wires that made the lights of the lampost work. I fumbled for the metal seat belt strap that was sat on each top of my shoulders, I brought them both down to they were on opposite directions if my body and clipped it into the buckle. I winced slightly when I brushed past my open wound on my shoulder. I had to put a new bandage on that later. Once the seat belt was secured around my body I leaned back in my chair and waited.


The floor underneath me disappeared and a tight tinted glass cylinder shooted itself up the tunnel and moulded itself around me. So there was now a separation betwen the inside of the lampost (where I was sitting) and the paragram. The chair was in the center of the cylinder. The only part not being covered by the glass cylinder was the bottom, so it was open. Looking down into the pipe I could only see was mostly darkness, every now and then a bright spark of electricity would bouce off the pipes. It smelt like burnt metal and melted rubber. Creaking from the pipe and the clicking from the gears above me was the only sound that could be heard. The gears counting and clicking, to let me know when the paragram was to drop.


"This is my favourote bit", I mumbled twitching back a smile.


click


click


click


click click


Then it dropped. The glass cylinder racing down the pipes. All the wind was rushing past me, making my hair fly in every direction. I felt completely weightless, flying even. The only thing keeping me safe was the thin glass cylinder. I leaned left as it changed cource to the right. Leaning my head down, the bright blue and white sparks of electricity were dancing, inches from my feet. Every fibre in my body felt completely relaxed and every hair on my body stood up from the adrenaline rush that was pumping through my blood. Most people screamed their first time during the paragam, but I loved it. It made me feel alive.


Then the pipe that the cylinder paragram followed turned transparent and I saw the windows. The paragam enabled me to see outside of it, but was tinted from the outside. Every couple of seconds I could see a flash of light of a rectangular windows of the underground agency flying past me. Much like when your in a car at night time and a gleaming street lamp shoots past you from the speed of the car.


I leaned left and then right as the paragam changed course. Then it broke through the surface of the concrete and I was no longer in the normal world. It was sliding down the pipe at the very top of the agency, giving me a birds eye view of the headquarters. Like a map it showed me the structure of the agency, this particular headquarters was one of the smallest of the fifty four in America. The whole headquarters was almost split into three parts. The first thing you see is the grey mat in the centre of the three parts, with the contrasting bright red star and roman scales of the agency symbol in the centre. The middle could easily fit thirteen football fields on it was where all the training happened. There was people fighting, weapon training, trudging through mazes, obstical courses and so many more activities all on the mat. Ever since I've been here it's always been called The Mat.


On either side of The Mat was a strentch of walkway where many elevators were lining up vertically in all different colour to symbolise the sector it is in. Each elevator about seven meters away from each other. On either side of The Mat was a sector, lining up opposite from each other was the same elevator.


Research Labs- Amber (yellow)


Hospital-Vermillion (red)


Campus- Viridescent (green)


Intelligence- Violet (purple)


Main Office- White


Private training rooms- Tangerine (orange)


Civilian peace- Sapphire (blue)


The whole agency was colour coded, each floor of training room had a different colour. Each floor also had an acronym for the agency's strange obsession with complicating words and then shortening them. The elevators led to other rooms, there was exactly sixty one rooms on each side of the agency, not including the campus. All sixty one rooms filled with the same sectors with different training centres for all ages.


The window of the paragram started to slowly depend into darkness, nearing the platform to exit it. It completly went black for a second while it went though the floor underneath The Mat.


I leaned either side as a series of twists and turns came until I felt it ever so slowly stop. Leaning my head forwad again I saw a brighly lit room with only a small slender pole in the center. The whole room was a silver type colour except for the large wall at the back of the box shaped room. The large wall at the back had the agency's symbol, the bright red star brighter and the black scales more prominent and noticeable. The dull yellow colour as the flame stood out more and the silver dagger with red steaks going vertically down the blade looked striking. I liked the colour contrast of the symbol, I had to admit.


I unbuckled my seat belt as the floor was covered once again hiding the abyss of the pipe underneath. The paragram door slid open revealing the entrance. Stepping out of the portal, only my footsteps could be heard tapping on the marble floor. Walking up to the one and a half meter pole I placed my thumb of it. Watching it scan all the surface of my thumb and then flash green.


The edges and sides of the back wall where the symbol was, glowed a bright green. Then it looked like someone smoothly sawed through the ouline of a door in the centre and it opened.


With a fast walk I followed the door and clasped my fingers around the indented nob in the door. As soon as I opened the heavy door wider the noise of the underground world bounded off the walls. People talking, the sound of the elevator closing, the grunts of the fighters on The Mat were only just a few. I opened it even wider and looked around realising that this paragram took me to The Mat. I was on the outside of it, next to the Varmillion elevator. People in black and white suits walked in and out of the elevator talking on the phones. The elevators never stopped they were always in constant use. I looked up to see two gigantic TV's that were placed high on the wall at the foot of The Mat. These TV's were bigger than than the ones you would see at a international football game. It showed scores of games and people who are requested. In the middle of the two screens was the agency's symbol proundly hanging above the facility.


I always got so excited from being down here, my more wilder personally coming out. No longer being the quiet, nonexistent, invisible person in the back at the class. I was now the well known, kick ass international sixteen year old spy.


I looked at my watch and realised I still had five hours till C.Y.F,  so I decided to go warm up in one of the personal training centres.


I got in the Tangerine elevator where the private rooms were to warm up for the younger people. The elevators were all very modern and posh looking from the inside and out. The whole thing polished silver with tinted bullet proof glass windows. From the inside and outside, strips of orange coming from the top centre and going down on ever corner and egde and ending at the bottom.


Once level twenty three buzzed, I got off and walked down the the rectangular corridor. Once again every corner and along every edge of the rectangular corridor was tangerine. I kept walking, only seeing a few men in suits coming out of doors. I greeted them with a small nod and kept walking until I eventually reached the double door of the training room.


I pushed it open to see a large boxing rink, a few gymnastic equipment and other excersing torturous things.


I put my bag in the room on the right and swapped my shirt for a tight black singlet and stepped into short running shorts. I put my strawberry blonde hair in a pony tail and covered my hands in boxing tape.


Just as I was about to leave the room, I heard the floor boards creak and grunting.


I ran out of the room, seeing the intruder beating the living crap out of that poor punching bag. He wore red running skins underneath some black shorts.


"You've got to be kidding me! Out of all the freaking sixty one rooms in this facility, you had to be in this one." I said placing my hands on my hips.


James didn't even look at me and continued to give the punching bag a piece of his mind. You could see all his muscles In his chest working and bulging. A teenager with that much muscle mass would be considered to be on steroids, but he isn't he just trains a lot.


"Too bad, I got here first. Leave" James said breathlessly.


"No actually, firstly if you think you can just waltz in here with your perfect hair and use my  training room. Your wrong. And also that keeping in mind, I use this training room every day, and I know you know that. Secondly 'you getting here first' does not make your arguement any less non applicable or valuable. I thought we had a mutual agreement to not talk, look, breath in each other direction when being at the agentcy. What happened to that? Wait no, don't answer that, I've already calculated how your going to answer that. But main focus of this agreement is leave now." I stated, pointing at the door.


He just stared at me with a blank facial expression on.


"How can such a small person, have so much to say."


"I am not small!" I said, my voice raising with every word.


"Tell you what, why don't we just share the training room." He said this whilst tugging at his hair, looking frustrated.


"No. "


"Why not?"


I walked toward him.


"Because I don't want to share a training room where I'll be surrounded by an egotistical, self centered, vanity driven jerk, who cares more about his social status and his hair than other people." I said jabbing at his bare sweaty chest.


We just stared at each other, glaring to be specific. It was very hard to make James frustrated, he was always so calm, collective and sure of himself. I hated it.


He broke eye contact and stared at the floor with a hard expression.


"Why do you hate me so much?"


"That's confidential. "


"To whom, may I ask?" He look curious.


"No you may not. " I said with a straight face folding my arms.


"Fine, if you want to be like that then lets settle this an easier way. Lets fight for it." He said seriously. "If you can handle it." He smirked challengingly.


I narrowed my eyes at him. I don't like where this was going.


"And why would I bargain with a room that is already mine. You don't gamble to win something that you already have." I said crossing my arms


"Perhaps. But I know you well enough to know that you don't back down from a fight." He rose his eye brows and if possible his face broke out into an even bigger smirk.


I contemplated this. I really didn't care about the room, I had no sentimental attachment to it what so ever. But his smug expression if I told him he could have the room, I would have a problem with. He was a good fighter, I couldn't deny it. He was strong, fit and passionate but he lacked speed, something I had.


"Move over." I said. 


He let out a wolf whistle and stepped aside. I walked into the ring and he followed. When I got in the ring I changed my song on ipod to something more upbeat to match the rhythm when I punch James in the face. Scrolling down I clicked the Song 'Rock n Roll (Will take you to the Mountain)' by skrillex.


"For a second I thought you were going to bail on me." His perfect white teeth smiling as he stretched out his arms.


"Don't be stupid you troll, now what are the conditions."


"Troll, really? Are you saying that this," He pointed to his face "looks like a troll" He said faking hurt.


"You pointing and emphasising to you face and then complementing it, just gives me all the more reason to call you a troll."


"Your so odd."


"I prefer the term different, interesting or unique." I said matter of factly.


"Can you just shut up and fight me."


We both circled the red line on the mat, daring each other to make the first move. I really hoped he could just trip and brake something vital so then this can be over.


Of course I made the first move, I quickly stepped forward and made a fist to his face. He grabbed it just in time.


"Is that the best you can do agent McGreggor" He mocked.


I swung the other fist but yet again he caught it.


"Come on! You can do better than that" his eyes twinkling with mischief.


I scoffed "Yes, yes I can. I'm just thinking of all the ways I could break your pretty little face right now."


I bent my elbows down and it collided with his chest, he hissed in pain. My fist was free now so I punched him right in the gut, I went for another shot in the stomach when he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled it back so it was fully behind  me in the air. I gasped in pain, but I did not want to show weakness.


"Can I ask you something?"


I kicked his knee and grunted in agony, he released my arm and my shoulder fell free. Thank god it wasn't my bullet wound, which I still needed to patch up. He was getting on his feet slowly.


"No" I sprung from the floor and was quick to round house kick him straight in the jaw. His face was forced to the side and he hissed in pain. I winced at the pain I would have given him, but then quickly put an emotionless mask straight on. One thing in a fight you must not do show your opponent your weakness.


"Well I'm going to anyways" he lunged for my ankles but I bent into a back hand spring so he missed. But when I finally got back up he tackled me to the ground which caused me to loose balance and fall to the hard floor. I tried to get up but he had my wrists pinned to the floor and had either of his knees around my waist. I started struggling against him, but he weighed so much. I wouldn't be surprised if he ate children from breakfast, lunch and dinner or baby seals. He leaned in really close, so I could see his crystal blue shining eyes clearer and clearer as he got closer. His cool minty breath fanning all over my face. A drip of sweat trailed down his neck to his hard collar bone.


He slowly traced the side of my ear until he got go the lead to my headphone. He twirled them slightly.


I've been in many sticky situations but this position was making me slightly uncomfortable. I have never been in such close contact with a guy in a long time.


Quick say something insulting, I thought.


"Wow your face is even uglier looking up close, are you sure you not a descendent from a sloth or something. Because I am clearly seeing distinct sloth like features" I said looking at his face.


Nailed it.


Completely ignoring my comment he said "Why do you always have your headphone on? I can't remember a day where I haven't seen you wearing them. Can you even hear me properly?" He asked curiously. Internally I was shocked and a bit frightened, I didn't know he even payed attention to me. But if he took them off things would go down hill fast and not in a good way. But I held my hard emotionalist mask on.


"I don't have to answer to you Colten." I hissed, trying to wriggle out of this position. I was so much smaller and lighter than him, there was no way I was getting out of it.


"Just tell me and I'll let you go."


"You know what, this is probably going to hurt but I'm going do it anyways."


Without thinking to much, I brought my head down onto his in a head butt. I felt searing pain  all over my forehead, but I pushed though it. He staggered a bit clutching his precious crown of a head. He was blinded for several seconds so I punched him right in the temple making him roll over onto the floor. I got up in a fighting stance.


"Jesus Alex, what the heck was that for" he yelled now on his feet.


"Are you forgetting we are currently fighting."


He kicked me in the side, and punched me in my bullet shoulder. I hunched over in pain and tried not to look or touch my shoulder, I didn't want James to know my weakness. But that didn't stop my breathing to quicken.


He was completly oblivious like I predicted so with my good arm I punched him in the shoulder. Well I tried to, before he grabbed onto my fist and twisted it until I heard a click in my elbow. I grunted in pain and struggled to get my other arm to punch his chest. But my bullet wound became to painful so he ended up grabbing my  other fist. I was breathing so fast I thought I might pass out soon. But James seemed to notice my unfamiliar breathing patterns.


"Hey are you ok?" His face twisted with concern.


"Never been better" I replied breathlessly.


So I couldn't use my arms, but my legs were perfectly fine. I ducked down and kicked his legs. Except I didn't kick hard enough so he was still standing. He smirked.


I jumped in the air and stuck out my leg, giving him a mouthful of my foot.


"Sorry there was something on your face."


He grunted "that's oh so kind of you Alexandra" as he clutched his nose.


"I told you don't call me that." Just as I was about to lunge at him a loud alarm surrounded us. Then the speaker was turnes on. And we both froze.


"Contestants consisting of the AT squad are requested for the proceedures for C.Y.F in 1600."


I still had 20 minutes left to finish Colten off.


I glanced up at James only to be pushed to the floor again.


"I think we should call this one a tie" he said.


"Why? We've got 20 minutes to get there, you could easily finish me off." I said


"Why would you challenge me that?"


"I'm testing your bounderies, how far will you go? Are you holding back from uour real strength? This is all the information I need to know when facing my component" I smirked.


"I'm not going to punch you"


"Why not" I asked curiously.


"Because I don't want to" he said seriously.


Then he got off of me and left me there shocked.


But right before he left he turned around.


"And I need to so my hair so I look good standing on the podium when I've won" He smirked as face turned into a bored expression.


And he's back, I thought to myself.


Then he turned around and walked out.


I thought I had James Colten all figured out, but maybe there is more to this jerk then what I know.


Shaking those thoughts out if my head, I focused on the real task at hand.


I had a competition to win.


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Hello guys. Sorry this chapter took so long, been super busy. And it wadnt as funny as I wanted it yo be, but the next chapter will be funnier :)


Hoped you liked this chapter.


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