Get Your Spy On

Get Your Spy On
Chapter 3
Wendy’s POV

I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering why I even go to Wallaceburg High and not just homeschool myself. It’d be a lot easier than pretending I’m a perky girl named Wendy Pierce, captain on the Wallaceburg Sharks cheerleading team. Don’t get me wrong though, I do love being on this mission of pretending to be someone I’m not, but sometimes I wish I could show my friends who I really am instead of pretending I’m so nice and caring.
I wish I could just get in the spy squad already. The spy dinner is in a couple days and that’s where they’ll announce the four new spies for the year. I’ve had butterflies in my stomach ever since my dad told me I’d be one of the four spies chosen to be on the squad. Sloane, Alex, Eric, and I will be chosen to go on missions, fight, and of course spy. I’ve met Sloane and Alex since we go to school together, but I’ve never encountered Eric yet. I know Sandy, Sloane’s sister, goes to the same school as him, but that’s all I know about him unfortunately.
I walk downstairs for breakfast and see my dad stressing and rubbing his temples with his hands. “What’s wrong, dad? Did someone get hurt?”
“As matter of fact, yes,” Dad answered, closing his eyes. “Sloane and her father were in a car chase and her father got shot. Sloane’s leg is sprained, but that’s not a big deal.”
“How’d Gary get shot? He’s just as good as you are. Did he put himself in jeopardy to save his daughter, because that’s against the rules.”
Dad looked up at me. “Yes he did jeopardize his life for his daughter. The alpha will talk to him and more than likely put him on probation. Isn’t that dreadful?”
I sat down on the chair across from him, sitting in silence. My father wouldn’t do that for me, his spy life means everything to him, more than me by a landslide. How come Sloane gets special treatment from her father? She isn’t a better daughter than me, is she?
“Well serves him right for making a deficient choice. Maybe next time he’ll put his career in perspective and think about all the lives of spies he’s put in danger.”
“I’m sure the alpha will tell him this, Wendy. I don’t want you to be mean to Sloane though, you hear me? She didn’t ask her father to do that, so don’t go calling her names, alright?”
“I won’t,” I reply back, rolling my eyes at my father. “I’m not going to be overjoyed with her either though, father. You do realize we might be in danger if he messes up again like this?”
I walk over to the refrigerator and pull out a carton of eggs. I get a pan out, then start making eggs for me and dad. Mom’s working early again today, so she doesn’t have time to cook. . . again. I look over at dad, it must be hard for him not to be able to tell mom about what he does. I think that’s why she works so much, she pretends there’s nothing going on, but she can’t face him, so she works almost twenty-four seven, leaving me to do everything.
I handed dad his plate of food then sat down with my own plate. I look around our house, which is considerably a good size house, nothing compared to what we could really afford. I hear dad’s phone ringing and on the Caller ID I see the name Alpha blink on the screen numerous times.
“How’s Gary, sir?” Dad asks right away. I heard murmuring on the other end of the phone. “Sir, you can’t let Gary get away with this. Why are you saying what he did was okay? I don’t care if his daughter is going to be a superb spy, so is my daughter but you don’t see me risking my life for her.”
I gripped the fork in my hand tightly. There’s no way Gary can get off for what he did, there’s no way he can. Dad hung up the phone angrily, nearly breaking the table with his fist as he thudded it against the surface. “He told me to watch my language.”
“He’s letting Gary and his daughter off because he thinks Sloane will be a good asset to the spy squad? That’s irrelevant! He’s losing his touch, father, and it’s about time you show him how to be an alpha.”
“Shush, Wendy. He can hear us, he can hear everything. Do you honestly think his judgment is wrong? Maybe he’s right, maybe Sloane is worth dying for, but I still disagree with what he’s saying about her skipping levels and going straight into missions.”
“But that’s my position,” I gasp. “You told me the alpha said it was good chance that I’d be the one able to skip levels and do that! He can’t give it to Sloane, dad, he just can’t.”
“Go get dressed so you can go over to cheer practice,” Dad said, ending the discussion. “I’ll talk to the Alpha about getting you that spot, but I don’t think it’ll help any.”
I stand up and leave my plate for dad to wash off. I get dressed in my cheerleading outfit and put my black sleek hair in a cheerleading ponytail. I close my eyes and breathe in and out, switching the gear in my head from being reality Wendy to perky Wendy. I do my make-up even though I despise wearing make-up, especially the body glitter I have to put on.
What’s worse is that the boys sit there and gawk at us the entire time we perform. I can’t count how many times Alex has watched me practice with his mouth wide open. He finally got the courage to talk to me two days ago, and made a complete fool out of himself. I know his dad hasn’t told him about being a spy, but that still doesn’t give him the reason to act like an idiot to me. Well actually, it does.
Better yet, why did I feel jealous when I saw him and Sloane running together? Do I wish I have a friend I could do that with? Why does Alex like Sloane anyways, doesn’t he know she thinks she’s all that?
I jump into my car and start driving to my best friends house. Her name is Kara Stevenson and definitely one of the most stupid people in the world. Sure she’s nice, but she can’t even give you the answer to two plus two. I pull up to the mansion and see her waiting outside, her head hidden behind a magazine.
I honk the horn and she jumps up surprised. She gets in the passenger side and smiles at me. “Ready to rock this practice? I’m so happy we got Bridget on the team. She’ll make a great. . . what’s that word when somebody is a good member on your team?”
“An asset,” I reply back, struggling to not roll my eyes at her. I make my way down to the football field where they let us practice whenever we want. I spot Bridget and Kerrie’s cars and I see Kerrie’s six year-old sister bouncy around, giggling loudly.
“Sorry she had to come,” Kerrie said apologetically. “Mom said she would buy me that new dress at the mall if I took her.”
Kara nodded her head vigorously then clapped her hands loudly. “Alright, team! Let’s get on to the football field.”
I walk on to the football field and see that all the bleachers are deserted, something you rarely see on a Saturday. I look over at the girls and they all shrug back. As we waited for the other girls to arrive, Bridget keeps asking us if we’re going to this party in a couple days.
“I can’t go,” I say immediately, my voice high and perky. “Me and my dad are going to this dinner party the same day. I’m sure Kerrie’s free though.”
“I don’t want to go to the party without you,” Kara says, her eye brows furrowed. “We’ve already agreed to go to this, Wendy. Can’t you tell your dad you already have plans to go to this party?”
“But I want to go with my dad,” I say, adding a bit of edge to my voice. “And anyways, I didn’t agree to go, I said I’d think about it. This is important to my dad and it’s sort of important to me as well.”
“Whatever,” Bridget said, her long fiery red hair bouncy in the wind. “I’m sure I can keep Kara safe for you. Kerrie can’t go either, she has to babysit her bratty little sister.”
“I already said I’m sorry,” Kerrie said, her face drooping into a frown. “I would totally bail and go with you if I could, but mom really needs the help these days.”
Bridget rolled her eyes at her. She got up and started stretching her arms and legs as the rest of the squad arrived. Bridget catches my eye and I couldn’t help but give her an evil glare. Her eyes widen then quickly look away from me.
“Its okay, Kerrie,” I whisper as we get in formation to do our routine. “She’s just being Bridget. She’ll get over it by the end of practice.”
I touch her lightly on the shoulder like I always do, but this time, Kerrie flinched and moved a few steps away from me. Before I could ask what’s up, Kara instructed us to do our routine. I did a backhand spring then landed in a right split. Bridget did a herkie then jumped up in the air for three of the extra girls to catch her.
After it finished, I couldn’t help but feel weak from the performance. I haven’t had a lot of time to exercise do to all the school work I have and going to all the parties I wish I didn’t have to go to. After a two hour practice, I took Kara and Bridget to a diner so we could coordinate times to meet each other at school on Monday.
“Are any of you two going to pull your grades up?” Bridget asked as we sat down in one of the booths. “The principal said if they’re any lower your off the squad, whether you’re a captain or not.”
“I get a couple Ds’ and suddenly the whole world is falling down,” Kara says, rolling her eyes at Bridget. “Seriously they’re lucky if I even get a C.”
I mustered up a grin as best as I could. “Don’t worry, Kara, you’ll definitely get an A.”
“I don’t see why you can’t get an A, Wendy,” Bridget said loudly, staring at me with her blue eyes. She narrowed them at me, making a shiver run up my back. “You used to get straight A’s. Don’t forget the extra credit you always did.”
I tightened my grip around my plastic cup of sprite. Bridget sure is getting nosey all of a sudden. Bridget glances at my right hand gripping my drink, her face turning into a smirk. “Is there something wrong, Wendy?”
“There’s nothing wrong, Bridget,” I say in my sweetest voice. I look at Kara for support, but as always, her head is up in the clouds. She played with the straw wrapper and hummed a melody to herself, oblivious to Bridget’s rudeness. “Earth to, Kara.”
She looked up at me, her eyes hard for a moment, but they slowly softened. “Where’s our food? We’ve been here for like twenty minutes.”
Bridget smiles sweetly at Kara and checks her watch, “It’s only been ten minutes, Kara. Anyways, since I’m not going to the party without you, you and I can babysit with Kerrie.”
She glances over at me and smirks again. This chick really wants to get on my nerves today. She’s usually okay, but today she’s trying to get under my skin.
“You two have fun,” I say smiling sweetly. They don’t call me Candy for nothing. “I’m sure I’ll text you, Kara, while I’m at the dinner.”
“You better,” she says, a smile playing on her face. Our food arrives and we eat in silence, but I couldn’t help but notice Bridget kept giving me the evil eye the whole time during dinner.
When we finished eating, I grabbed my bag and waited outside of the diner, waiting for Kara and Bridget to come out of the bathroom. I leaned against the wall of the diner, wondering if having two identities is even healthy for a teenager like me. I heard the door of the diner open and close. I looked up expecting to see Kara and Bridget, but instead I saw a boy and the Alpha.
“Hello, Wendy,” Alpha said smoothly, his jet black hair gelled neatly. “This is Eric, Eric meet Wendy. Her father is one of the best workers I’ve ever known.”
“He’s the best worker you’ve ever known,” I say, smiling innocently at him. His face turned into a frown and he shook his head at me as if I were a child. Eric smiled and nodded his head at me. He’s very shy, something a spy shouldn’t be.
“I’ve been notified by Alex’s older brother, Ben. He says I should keep an eye on you while you’re around Sloane. Will you be able to keep your temper around her?”
I’m going to kill Ben for this. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir. Sloane’s father would be the one I’d give the cold shoulder to, not his daughter, correct?”
Eric looked at the Alpha, a smirk playing on his face. The Alpha wasn’t fazed by my bluntness or sweetness I always use. “I very well hope you don’t give the “cold shoulder” to anyone. We’re a family, Wendy, and whether you like it or not, Sloane will be just as good or even a better worker than you.”
I clucked my tongue, giving him a dirty look. If he thinks Sloane will be better than me, he certainly hasn’t been taking a good look at my test scores. I got a ninety nine out of one hundred. “You do remember my test score, correct?”
“Yes I’m very aware of your test score,” the Alpha said, looking unimpressed. “You got a ninety nine out of one hundred. Eric and Sloane scored one hundred and three.”
“How did you get one hundred and three on a test?” I ask in disbelief.
“I answered the questions with multiple answers and demonstrated what would happen if you did either,” he answered back, his smirk full on now. He ran his hand through his shaggy brownish blonde hair. “Everyone probably did that though.”
Kara and Bridget came out of the diner. I ran over to them, my eyes fixed on Kara’s ponytail. I said a quick good-bye to Bridget then I grabbed Kara’s arm and threw her into my car.
“What’s the matter?” Kara asked, out of breath.
“I want to get away from those two people,” I say truthfully. I started the car then got on the street to where Kara lives. “What took you so long in the bathroom anyways?”
“There was mishap with Bridget. There’s this rumor going on that her boyfriend is cheating on her with Kerrie. She asked me if it was true and I admitted it was.”
“Kerrie would never date Bridget’s boyfriend, Kara,” I say, aghast. “Did she tell you she did, or do you just assume?”
“Well if people are saying it, then it’s true,” Kara answered, her face crumpled up, confused. “Right, Wendy?”
“No!” I say, my perky self disappearing for moment. “You just started a rumor, Kara. Bridget’s going to break up with her boyfriend because of you!”
Kara’s eyes widen with fear. “How should I of known? Take me home so I can call webcam Bridget and let her known it’s just a rumor!”
I was about to tell her she could just call or text now, but I just shook my head, sighing loudly. My mind is still on that test. How can I have scored four points lower than Sloane and Eric? I felt my stomach churn just thinking about it.
I drop Kara off at her house then I hurry home and see mom and dad both home. I open my mouth to say hello, but I hear my name in the conversation so I hide behind one of the fake potted trees in our house.
“When are you going to tell Wendy I know about your job?” Mom asked, her voice ice cold. “I can’t keep pretending I’m a workaholic for your benefit.”
“If she knew I actually broke one of the rules, she for sure would tell the Alpha. She doesn’t know what the consequences are for breaking a rule.”
“Why don’t you tell her them, then? She’s sixteen, she can handle the truth.”
“She won’t care, I’ve brainwashed her. I didn’t even have the heart to tell her she scored low on her spy test. Did you know she won’t even get to be the team leader in her group? She scored the lowest out of her group.”
“I thought you told me she’s talented? If she was a talented spy then why isn’t she the team leader?”
“I don’t know! I pushed her every day to the fullest and she still didn’t get a good score. I called Gary and asked him what he taught Sloane and it’s pretty intense. I didn’t push her hard enough and now she might not even get to go on missions.”
“Why did the Alpha even let you believe that she can skip levels?”
“He thought she’d have gotten better by the time the dinner came around, but he was wrong. I can’t tell Wendy, it’ll break her heart.”
“I already know,” I say, walking into the living room. “The Alpha told me himself, in front of Eric, who scored one hundred and three on his test. Sloane did too, but you already knew that.”
He looked at me, his eyes full of guilt. “I tried my best, Wendy, but I’m not perfect. I know you think I wouldn’t save you if you were in danger, and you’re right. I already put myself in danger by telling your mother our secret, I can’t risk anymore.”
“Whatever,” I say, looking away. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
I run up the stairs two at a time, tears threatening to run down my face. I grab a piece of paper then start writing down a list of things I need to do this week. That’s what I do to keep myself from crying or from being stressed, writing down a list of things I need to do.
I hear the sound of my cat, Whiskers, walk into my room, the little bell on her collar jingly joyfully. I pick her up and rub my head in her orange fur. I gently put her on my bed then I look up Sloane’s phone number on the internet.
“Hello,” Sloane’s voice said as I called her.
“Hi, this is Wendy,” I say, not using my perky voice, instead a cool icy voice. “I heard you got a hundred and three on you spy test, how’d you cheat?”
“Excuse me? I didn’t cheat, and I most definitely didn’t get that good of a score.”
“Well are the Alpha and my father lying then? They both said you scored a hundred and three and I scored a ninety nine. I know for a fact that I’m a better spy than you are, so I will ask you again. How did you get a hundred and three on your test?”
“Wendy,” Sloane said slowly, her voice becoming just as cold as mine. “I really don’t give a flying pig if you think I cheated. Obviously you think too high of yourself if you got a ninety nine on your test. Thank you have a nice day.”
She hung up the phone before I could even reply. What a waste of time! What was I hoping she’d say anyways? Also, what did Alex get on his test? I dial his phone number and wait for him to answer. I’m surprise he didn’t answer on the first ring when he saw my name on his Caller ID.
“Sloane?” Alex says when he answers the phone.
“No,” I said, becoming irritated. “This is Wendy, Wendy.”
“Oh, hey, Wendy. Did you need something?”
“I’m tired of waiting for you to call me, so do you know you’re a spy?”
“Yeah, I know,” he answered back warily. “My father told me right before spies attacked us. Why would you care though? You made it pretty clear at school that you hate my guts.”
“What was your test score?”
“For that secret spy test? I got one hundred and two. I’m sure you got like a hundred and five since your dad has one of highest titles you can get, right?”
“I got a ninety nine idiot,” I snapped at him angrily. “Your dad is barely known as a spy, but yet he has a kid who got a one hundred and two on a test. What did he do, give you the answers?”
“Did you just call me, me, to say my father is a low level spy? It’s not my fault you’re a lousy spy compared to the rest of us.”
“I’m not a lousy spy, Alex Dover. I’m one of the best spies around. Not some silly test can determine who’s a good spy or a bad spy. Obviously they need to correct the answers since you got a higher score than me.”
“I can’t believe I was ever in love with you. You’re just a spy in a cheerleading outfit. I can’t wait until that dinner is over so I can prove to you that you’re a terrible spy.”
“You and Sloane.”
“Leave Sloane out of this,” He said angrily. “Sloane didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure the Alpha already told you to put your claws out of harms way correct?”
“Why don’t you shut your mouth Alex Dover-“
He hung up the phone before I could even finish my sentence. I threw my phone on my bed, alarming Whiskers. I grab my photo album and stare at the pictures of Perky Wendy not Normal Wendy. I don’t see one picture in here that is of me being . . . me.
I throw the album across the room. Instead of tears running down my face, I throw things instead. I think you’re weak if you cry in front of people or even if you’re by yourself. I once saw one kid crying at school and I called her a baby and told her to suck it up.
Of course the teacher heard what I said. I had to help clean up the classroom with the teacher during recess. Boy if I ever saw that teacher again I’d go kung fu on her and make her wish she never did any of that to me.
No, I’m not evil. I just think people should stop showing emotion through tears and words. I show my emotional through my actions, like working out or throwing things. I heard about Alex’s parents’ getting a divorce and didn’t feel bad for him one bit. I felt more terrible for not caring about his parents divorce more than the divorce itself. I bet that’s another thing Sloane did that I didn’t.
Stop thinking about Sloane, I scolded myself angrily. I’ve never thought about someone as much as I do about Sloane. There’s just this need inside me to compare myself to her. I shake away the thoughts and log on the computer, hoping to find a distraction online. I roll my eyes I look through posts from Bridget saying she loves Kara and that she’s the best friend anybody could ever have.
Barfaroma. My default picture is of me and Whiskers, sweet and kind default picture is what my father said when I told him I should change it. I’ve never insulted someone at school for almost seven years. It feels good to take my anger out on Alex and Sloane, I don’t know why, but it does. Giving Bridget the evil eye wasn’t that bad either.
I don’t think I’ll ever tell dad about what I did in sophomore year. He’d be so disappointed if I admitted to him all the things I told someone or that I may have talked to someone about the training I do with him. I shake the thought out of my head and close my pink curtains over my windows.
I flop on my bed, figuring it’d be okay to take a little nap before dinner. I close my eyes and nestle my head into my cotton candy pink pillowcase. I slowly start drifting away, but the sound of a stone hitting my window wakes me up from my soon to be slumber. I groan angrily. If that’s Kara trying to be funny I’ll kill her.
I move my curtains to see Eric staring up at my window, his right eyebrow raised at me. I open my window and lean out. “What are you doing?”
“Let’s get out of here, my aunt is driving me crazy, and I know for a fact you need a drink.”
I jump out of the window and land noiselessly on the ground. I wink and we both get in his car. I wasn’t quite sure if I should trust Eric, but I figure I can handle myself if he ever tries anything. Eric puts his seatbelt on, eyeing my unattended seatbelt with distaste.
“Just because you’re a spy doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be safe.”
I roll my eyes at him and lean my head against the seat. “Just drive away from here before my parents see me in the car with a stranger.”
He shakes his head then drives away from my house. I take my hair out of my ponytail and let my black hair sway in the breeze. I glance over at Eric and flash him a smile. “How do you like being a spy big boy?”
He turned toward me and smiled. “Pretty good. The lunch went well with the Alpha, so I think there’ll be a good chance I’ll stay in the spy squad.”
“You can’t leave once you’re in, Eric,” I said, staring at him intently. “If you want to leave, they kill you. I doubt running away will work either.”
“If I wanted to leave would you rat me out? Would you tell the Alpha that I’m running away and let me die?”
“More than likely,” I reply back, turning to stare straight ahead. “It would be best in the future if you don’t tell me you’re planning to run away. Got it?”
He turned onto a dirt road and kept driving until there wasn’t a house in sight. My spy instincts start kicking in as he turns off the car and gets out. Why has he taken me to the middle of nowhere? I reluctantly get out and stare at him. “Why are we here?”
“So we can talk about being spies openly. If I asked you at a restaurant you’d shush me and freak out. I’m right aren’t I?”
“Why would you think this place is any better?” I ask, thrusting my hands around the area. “This is the most obvious place someone would pick to talk about secret stuff.”
“I’ve talked to the Alpha about you,” Eric carries on, ignoring me. “He said nobody likes you on the spy squad. I told him I think you seem down to earth and nice, so I’m going to give you a chance. Why do people think you’re a nuisance to have in their lives?”
“Because I have to pretend everyday that I’m a perky cheerleader who isn’t mean to anyone,” I blurt out angrily. “Do you know how nice I’d actually be if I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not? I don’t even like hanging out with the girls I hang out with.”
“Then why did you become perky popular Wendy? You could’ve been a normal girl or a girl who goes unnoticed.”
“I was a bully when I was younger,” I said, not looking him in the eye. “I got in trouble so my dad made me become a sweet girl so nobody would ever think I’m a mean suspicious girl. I didn’t understand at first, but he explained to me that I couldn’t go unnoticed or be a normal girl after all the fights I got into. So with that I went to a pretend camp and came back as a sweet and loveable perky Wendy.”
He laughed out loud. “That’s pretty funny, Wendy. I would’ve never thought a father would go to such drastic measures to make sure you were a perfect porcelain doll.”
“Oh yeah, then what are you at school, Eric Tanner?”
“Shy handsome artist,” He answered back quickly, as if it was rehearsed. He blushed then hastily added, “At least that’s what everyone thinks I am.”
“Well, shy handsome artist,” I began saying, a smile playing on my face, “I’m very glad you have a worked out pretend character in your mind. I should be getting home though, my parents will start to wonder.”
He nodded his head. I got back in his car, still smiling. “So who are you going to the dinner with anyway?”
“I’m sitting with the Dover family. Ben, Alex, and their father. I’m taking they don’t like you either by the look on your face.”
“Alex was obsessed with me until he found out I was a spy. He doesn’t like my bluntness or my unkindness. I’ll save you from them when we get there, okay?”
“Okay, Wendy. I hear they’re a really nice family though. Is that all talk I’m assuming?”
“Yup it is. They also say Sloane and Gary Adams are smart and funny people, but they aren’t. Trust me, the Pierce family is the way to go if you want to make it big in the spy world.”
When we pulled up to my house I give him a wink then get out of his car. I climb the tree that’s closest to my room. I climb to the very edge of the tree branch then jump to my window, my hands hitting the window perfectly. I climb in, feeling like a professional. I turn around to see if Eric saw all that, but his car was nowhere to be seen. I shut my door and turn around to come face to face with my father.
“What’s the matter with you?” Dad asked angrily, his hands clenched to his sides. “Do you have any idea how much trauma you’ve put us through?”
“I’m not going to leave again for weeks at a time like last time,” I said. “Why can’t you trust that I won’t do that again?”
“Where were you then? Obviously you weren’t out with your cheerleading friends because they’d of knocked on the door and came in,” Mom says, walking into my room, her arms crossed around her chest.
“I was with Eric, alright? He’s one of the people who’ll be on my team. He wanted to get away for a while, so he came here.”
“How’d he know where you live?” Mom asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
I opened my mouth then closed it. How did he know where I live? Nobody would’ve told him, not even the Alpha. I look at my dad, maybe he knows how he might’ve known.
“I don’t care how he found out, but what I do care is why you didn’t tell us you were going out. You need to start being responsible, Wendy. How can mom take care of a baby while she’s worrying about you when you go out without telling us?”
“Mom isn’t having a baby,” I point out, eyeing moms’ flat stomach. “And if she were, I would be disappointed in you two. Not all kids want to be spies you know.”
“Why do you sound like Tim all of a sudden, Wendy? Don’t you want to be a spy?”
“Of course I do, but not everybody wants their career to be picked out the moment she or he is born. Right?”
Mom shook her head, stressed out. “If I were pregnant, I’d live with my mom when my stomach began showing. We’d make sure they didn’t know about the baby.”
“Why didn’t you do that for me then? Why does this baby get special treatment?”
“I can’t handle training another child, Wendy,” Dad said, running his hand through his hair, a few grey specks slightly showing through his black hair. “It was tough enough training you.”
“Your father might retire soon too,” Mom added, eyeing him seriously. “There are a lot of complications with that though, so we’re trying to approach the idea warily.”
“But they might be more courteous about your retirement when I start working there, correct?” I say, my voice having a hint of an edge to it. “Is that why you didn’t hide me from them?”
“It had something to do with it,” Mom admitted, looking at the ground shamefully. “We wanted you though, Wendy, never forget that. It’s just, I think we were thinking more about the future than your feelings at the time. We were selfish, and we beat ourselves up for it every day.”
I look away from them, shaking my head disgusted. “I won’t love that baby, not one bit. You’re going to move to Kansas and leave me and dad here to fend for ourselves. After everything I’ve done for you, acting like a perky high schooler, acting like I actually care about my grades. It’s never enough though, is it?”
“Don’t say that, Wendy-“
“Don’t say that? I don’t even know who I am anymore! If dad wasn’t a spy, I may actually have friends I enjoy to talk to, or have a career I may like more than being a spy. All those options are unavailable to me because of you two. It would’ve been a lot easier to just have given me away.”
I stare each of them down. They have no right to come into my room and scold me for thinking the things I think. I’d like both of them to think about how I’m feeling every day, about how I dislike my life. I would think dad would understand a bit of what I’m feeling since his dad made him a spy as well. He’s probably brainwashed to love every little thing about being a spy.
They both walk out of my room, shaking their heads, disappointed in me. I slam my door, causing all the photos on my walls to shake drastically. I look around my totally pink room, I hate the color pink. If I could have my dream room, it’d be red and black with silk sheets. I’d have Chinese symbols all over my walls too, but that isn’t girly, it’s sophisticated. I settled myself on my pink chair and lean my head back, giggling to myself.
I grab a piece of paper and stare at the blank piece of paper in front of me. Dad would kill me if he found out I had a secret diary, but sometimes I need to write stuff down. I was about to get a pen out and write another entry when the door open slowly in my room. I heard the creaking noise it made, my eyes squinting with distaste. I turn around and see my mom standing in the doorway, her eyes soft and her eyes red. She saw down on my bed, and smiled at me.
“Sweetie we need to pick out an outfit for the spy dinner in a couple days,” She said tentatively. “It has to be a sort of ball gown. I was thinking of a black one since you always have to wear bright colored clothes.”
“I really don’t want to wear a dress,” I reply back. “Why can’t I wear jeans and a sweatshirt?”
“You know exactly why, Wendy. Please don’t make this dinner hard on your father. He does the best he can without blurting out his wife knows he’s a spy.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I say looking away. “I don’t think dad would appreciate it if I wore a black dress to the dinner. He always complains about people who do. He thinks we should only wear black if we’re on a mission. So cliché.”
“How about red then?” Mom suggested, trying to make the best of the situation. “I know your favorite color is red. A nice blood red dress with white heels underneath.”
“That’s fine,” I say, and I truly mean it. I hear my mom walk away then shut my door. I roll my eyes at myself, thinking about all the other times I’ve been to these dinners. Of course I was the only kid there since we aren’t supposed to know about spies, but the Alpha always welcomed me to them, that was until he caught me telling someone about being a spy, ugh.
I did some of my homework, figuring I have nothing else to do. Mom will probably come back soon, carrying fifteen thousand different dresses for me to try on. I’m not into the whole trying on outfits in front of the mirror, seeing which one looks better. I’ll just pick one out of the pile and wear it. I heard the sound of screaming, then the sound of glass shattering.
I jump out of my chair and rush out of my room to see three girls in black holding guns at my mother. Dad ran out of his room at the same moment and stared at mom, horrified.
He jump off the second floor and landed on the first floor. He grabbed one of the girls by their ponytail and flung her across the room like superman. One of the girls turned toward me and shot a bullet at me. I flew to the ground, a small shriek escaping my mouth. I kept hearing gunshots and every time I looked up I had to dodge a bullet. I ran into my parents’ room and grabbed one of the guns underneath the bed. I added bullets into it then rushed out into the hallway.
I shot one of the girls in the back with my first shot, and then shot another girl in the leg. I barely missed dad as he got in the view of my last shot at one of the girls.
One of the girls ran out of the back door, disappearing out of sight. Dad and mom looked at each other, surprised by the encounter of these girls.
“They were one of them, weren’t they?” I asked with disgust.
“Yeah, they were,” Dad answered back, kicking one of them on the ground. “This one isn’t dead, Wendy. Shoot her.”
I shot her with my last bullet, staring at her straight on. I saw mom look at me, her mouth wide open with shock. I’m not sure if she’s surprised people broke in to our house, or how I’m unnerved to kill someone.
“Call the cleanup crew to dispose of them,” I said, gesturing to the two lifeless girls on the ground.
“Do you think anybody heard the gunshots?” Mom asked, shaking like a Chihuahua.
“Most of the people who live here need hearing aids,” I answer, rolling my eyes at her. “That was the point of moving here.”
I put the gun back underneath their bed then went back into my room. I looked at the clock, the digital numbers saying ten o’clock. Might as well go to bed. I got underneath the covers and smiled to myself. I bet Sloane, Alex, or Eric wouldn't have the guts to kill people like I just did.