Story & Vocab

I looked at myself in the mirror that morning and was not sure if I could pass for an eighteen-year-old high school senior anymore.  Then I realized I did not have a choice.  I found my tightest skinny jeans, distressed white t-shirt and flannel and threw on my backpack.  I had black makeup on my eyes and a light color on my lips.  I looked back in the mirror; I hit the nail right on the head.  I was grunge, yet approachable.  I sort of looked like Miley Cyrus before the haircut and color (simile).  I kept telling myself to act natural (oxymoron). Just interesting enough that the nerds will accept me, and artistic looking enough for everyone else to befriend me. Gosh, I was so excited to go back to high school (sarcasm).

My boss had sent me to be an undercover spy at Old Grove High School to try and figure out a student who had been leaking information on the ACT exams for each year since 2013 and sending them across the country.  The schools first known record of a leak was two years ago.  This tells me the youngest the student could be in a sophomore.  I don’t have to bother making friends with freshman (which is a huge relief because I am registered as a senior) (parenthesis).

I walked into my first class with sass (attitude).  Calculus two.  I chose this math class because I figured the students sending out the test did okay in school (understatement) and were nervous about college acceptance.  In this class most people looked me at a little funny because I looked too rugged to be smart.  The girls glared at me through their glasses.  Every single person in the class contributed to the conversation and tried to take charge during group work.  Finally I heard the *RING*, next class (Onomatopoeia). 

 

I walked into my second class (syntax).  English 100.  I felt like the other possibility for the leak is students who are struggling and feel like cheating is the only way they will get into college.  In this class, the students were sluggish and quiet…not participating.  So I did the same.  Just to fit in (simple sentence).  One of the kids even told the teacher to stop talking because the audience was bored out of their minds (audience). The class was so dry, all our teacher talked about was memory techniques such as mnemonic devices (mnemonic devices), I don’t blame the kid for complaining.  The teacher decided to switch it up and talk about the difference in static and dynamic characters (dynamic).  That was more interesting because we starting relating it to timely books and movies.   

After a few discouraging weeks of no new information and starting to actually feel like I was in high school (JOY) (sarcasm), I noticed something unusual.  Kate, the tough girl in my Calculus class, watched me like a hawk (periodic sentence).  She followed my every move.  Finally, I approached her after school one day I just wanted to get to know her better, see what was up.  I made eye contact and started walking towards her.  I’m not joking when I say she started to run, tripped and fell (parallelism).  Laughter broke out, filling the air with people giggling, making heads turn, bringing people outside to see what was happening (loose paratactic sentence).  When I got over to her I asked her why she was running away and she looked at me and said she knew my secret and why I was a twenty-two-year old in high school.  I asked her if she had anything to say and she said let’s get it over with.  Well, that was a little too easy.

I went to the office with Kate and reviewed all the evidence (evidence).  When she was interrogated and told what her penalty, she decided to confess.  However, from any point of view, she could have been proven guilty (point of view).

My boss looked at me, gave me a firm handshake and a pat on the back.  He looked me in the eyes and told me he was proud in a stern tone and loud voice (tone & voice).  He continued by saying that I will receive a promotion.  I guess high school was better the second time around.