Totally Spies

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.