Totally Spies Continued

Totally Spies

Friday, November 6, 2015

Beep! Beep! (Onomatopoeia) This is what I hear on Monday at six in the morning. I get out of bed, go to the bathroom, and get ready. (Point of View: First Person) But when I go to my closet, I don’t get to boot up or put on my Vera Wang gown with Christian Louboutins. (Contraction) I have to throw on yoga pants, a hoodie, and the Adidas ZX Flux I bought yesterday. Why? Not because I am going into the field and not because I am going to the gun range. I am wearing this because it is my first day of high school. Mind you, I am twenty-four and I am going to be a “senior” in high school.

When my controller gave me the assignment, I wanted to hand it over to the rookies. I am almost always a raven or an infiltrator. (Connotation) Due to my appearance, the sergeant has always assigned me to seduce the male targets. He even lets me break into the districts and regional office to regain information stolen from the United States bureau of data. I went into countless missions naked and have never blown my cover. (Data) And whenever missions did get compromised, I called for back-up or removed myself from the situation with minimal injury. (Stock Setting) Honestly, high school was not a period in my life I was fond of going back to, but I guess I don’t exactly have the option to back out. Not only do I have to pretend to be interested in these kids, I have to ace my classes, and become popular in the process.

I guess I’ll attempt to be excited. I guess I’ll attempt to locate the popular kids and figure out where drugs and bank codes are being transferred from. (Anaphora) But first something to eat. All the kids around here go to Starbucks. My bet is the popular kids will be there sipping there chai tea lattes and espressos. (Generalizations) In all honesty, I’m actually pretty hungry. I could seriously eat a horse. (Hyperbole) I’m going to head to the car now. Guess I can’t drive the Benz, looks like I’ll take the Camaro. How did I go from Marissa the Marvelous, to this? (Epithet)

So I pull up to Starbucks and as usual, the lot is filled with piranhas. (Metaphor) These kids’ faces are lit up like its Christmas. (Simile) I really hope they don’t get addicted to this crap. Upon walking in the smell of caramel, toffee, and coffee beans hits my nostrils. Not going to lie, it smelled like heaven. So I buy a cup of coffee and chocolate croissant and scan the room for the kids on my list. (Alliteration) And as expected, I see all five of them. There’s two girls and three guys. No wonder he assigned me to the job, these girls look just like me. (Deductive Reasoning) They both have blonde hair, naturally straight, I presume. (Periodic Sentence) They’re around my height, 5’ 5’’ and they have piercing blue eyes. Mine have hints of grey, but that’s beside the point. The guys appear to be biracial having a slightly darker skin tone and deep brown eyes with dark hair. Someone just told a joke and they are all laughing. Well, here goes nothing, I’m going to approach them now. Thanks for the assignment Carter. (Apostrophe)

Upon approaching the table, I introduce myself using the popular term, “Hey.” I proceed with telling them my name. Though my real name is Marissa Valentine, I tell them my name is Meagan McCarthy. I explain that I am new to San Antonio, but have been to Texas millions of times. They ask me to sit and tell me they heard about a new girl coming. I think to myself, since when did kids know someone new was coming when their high school has over 2,000 kids? They introduce themselves as Grace, Taylor, Jaecob, Daymione, and James. They ask me to sit and tell them about my life. Remembering the false legend we created at headquarters, I tell them about my family. I live with my mom who is an event coordinator, she plans parties, and business functions, but her specialty is weddings. It’s just me and her because my dad passed away when I was five. (Euphemism) He was just promoted from Detective to Sergeant. I remember my mom being so proud of him. At the time he and his partner were still working on a huge case and when they were in the field, he was shot and killed by their target. Fortunately, that man was sentenced to life in prison and is rotting away. To end the story on a happy note, I tell them about “my life” in New York before we moved here. They were amazed and intrigued by the freedom and fashion of New York City. (Anecdote)

After that anecdote, we talk about school. They tell me the mascot is a saber tooth tiger, which is appropriate. They’re the San Antonio Sabers, it actually has a nice ring to it. The girls tell me I should try out for cheerleading with them and I agree. The guys say they’ll meet us there on the field today after school. Wow… We just met and they have already accepted me into the club.But then Taylor asks, “So do you…?” and they look out the window to see where I’ve parked I’m sure. I say “Drive? Yeah that white Camaro is mine.” (Anticipated Objection)Their jaws drop and they say “Seriously?!” and I nod. We head outside to get in our cars and the girls asks to ride with me instead of the guys. I say sure and then we head to school. Along the ride we find out we have tons of things in common and Grace says “Could you drive any faster? Speed racer, much?"(Sarcasm) It’s about ten minutes away and class starts in fifteen. Didn’t want to start the first day wrong, but I forgot cool kids are usually late. Let’s just see if we can find decent parking and make it to first period by the bell.

My first period is Spanish and I have that class with James. He’s the quietest of the group. I figure now will be a great time to determine if he’s a suspect or not. Most of the time the quiet ones are the muscle or they are coerced into the operation. But before I can pick a seat, he says “Meagan sit over here.” And I walk over to the back corner near the window where he and another student are sitting. I say “Do they care where we sit?” and he tells me since I’m new, I can sit anywhere. They say our Spanish teacher is a pushover and that they get away with things all the time. I start to feel bad. I loved my Spanish teachers. I remember all of them. They always pushed me to have bigger dreams in being multilingual.

Currently I speak English, Spanish, French, German, Chinese, Arabic, Italian, and Russian. I’m working on a few others but only casually, most of the languages come from similar backgrounds or have many similar phrases. Kids always complain about how hard it is to learn another language, but actually it’s not. Something I never tell people is that I have dyslexia. It made learning difficult as a child but as I got older, my parents were extremely supportive and made sure I flourished exponentially in all my courses, even in college. So I hate when people complain about public education, when it’s virtually free.

Well guess this means I zoned out, hope they weren’t saying anything important. When I snapped back into reality, I hear them talking about the homecoming game and the after party. Then James starts whispering into the ear of another student. I casually glance at his name tag and it says “Anthony Garza.” And I say “Italian. That would explain some of the foreign code in the encrypted bank keys. I flirtatiously say “Hey.” And both guys look at me. Forgot hormones are racing at this stage in adolescence. I finish, saying, “So if there’s a homecoming game and an after party, that means there must be a dance?” and Garza says “Yea, it’s the day before the game. You have a date yet?” and James gives him the evil eye.

I tell him today is my first day, so that would be impossible. But he makes this smug face and proceeds to tell me how beautiful I am and that he would love to be my date. Unsure what to do because the commander wanted me to go with James, I accept anyway. No operation ever goes completely according to plan. Can’t always go by the book, you have to innovate and act on the fly. James growls and says he wanted to be my date, but says he’ll go with some girl name Katie instead. The day just started and we’re adding more friends to the circle. The Spanish teacher, who had been in the room the entire time, unnoticed mind you, finally stands up. She requests that all phones and distractions are put away and that we take out our textbooks.

The rest of my day consisted of personal finance, senior writing seminar, and reading endeavors. In case you were curious, reading endeavors is a course where you sit there and read for an hour. First of all, never had this course at my high school. Second off, I loved it and hated it all at once. I hated it because I didn’t have a book, so I had to go to the library and check one out. But because my ID wasn’t set up yet, I couldn’t check out a book. So I had to sit there and stare at the wall. I love reading, I wish I would of have brought Fifty Shades of Grey, I’ve been meaning to read it but haven’t got around to it.

So once I finally get to the parking lot, I go to my car and the kids are there. The girls invite me to get my nails and hair done with them on Friday night for Homecoming. The guys say we’ll all ride together in a stretch limousine and ask us what kind we would like. Our choices are Lincoln town car, Hummer, or Cadillac. We agreed on Hummer, it’s edgy and it’ll be plenty big enough inside. I offer to take the girls dress shopping with me and their faces glow. They squeak with joy and say yes of course. We decide to go to the mall today before all the good dresses are gone. I can’t wear any of the dresses in my closet because they are too mature and too revealing. But I’m still a woman, I have no problem buying a new dress, especially on the commander’s dime. FYI, I’m smiling sinisterly. He doesn’t realize high school fashion can put you in debt. As the kids would say LOL.