tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48701062111941484252024-03-13T18:09:24.221-04:00Sisters of Gillian The blog of my life as a spy living at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-1360608420191192822017-10-03T22:33:00.000-04:002017-10-03T22:33:22.790-04:00I'm sorry I totally forgot about this blog!!! School has been crazy. I mean, if you think school is bad, try SPY school.<br />
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I feel like I've missed a lot, including Sisters of Gillian's 1st blog birthday. (Happy Birthday)<br />
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I will try and post more if I can find time, but for now...I am still blogging and hopefully will be starting to post weekly starting soon. Maybe November?<br />
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Or maybe 2 weeks from now.<br />
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We shall see<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-46062708701840538522017-06-09T11:35:00.000-04:002017-06-09T11:35:04.115-04:00Summer BreakOh wow guys.<br />
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I was just looking back on that lost post.<br />
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I was sure looped up on pain meds.<br />
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#trippy.<br />
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And I haven't post anything in awhile.<br />
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Sorry guys.<br />
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But it's summer, so I am going on a blogging break.<br />
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I don't know if you have any questions or anything, so please ask me in the comments or send me an email and I'll try and get back to you.<br />
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Have a nice summer!<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-13935612399525435492017-05-27T11:56:00.001-04:002017-05-27T11:56:52.655-04:00HeyUmmm.<br />
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Hey guys, I see Lily went ahead and hacked in to tell you what was up.<br />
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There was the cliff and Alex, like the idiot he is, slipped over it. I grabbed his hand and was mostly holding him up. But then the log I was bracing my foot against slipped and we both went over.<br />
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Luckily, the cliff was a pretty small cliff.<br />
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Unluckily, there was a steep hill at the top.<br />
And we rolled a good deal before we finally stopped.<br />
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And I sprained my ankle on the way down and so when I went to get up at the bottom of the hill, I blacked out from the unexpected pain.<br />
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Anyway, I guess Alex doesn't have a lot of experience in wilderness survival, because he just sat there. Probably would have been better to wake me back up somehow or if he tried and couldn't get me up, then he should have hiked back up to the cliff and gotten the attention of the group.<br />
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But he didn't.<br />
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By the time I came around, it was getting dark.<br />
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The hill would have been hard and I couldn't have got up the cliff at the end if I wanted to so we decided to start moving in the other direction,<br />
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Thanks to all Dad's training, I'd remembered to look at the maps before we came.<br />
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(We were supposed to be left, but we thought it was another one of Mr. Solomon's end of the year tests, so we thought that we were supposed to find our way back.)<br />
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So, more or less, I made a wrap for my foot, grabbed a stick and we started hoofing it toward diagonally across the woods toward the nearest town.<br />
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We traveled until it was too dark to see, made a little shelter off to one side )By made, I mean Alex carried sticks and I pointed. Ok, not really. He found material and I wove it into a small lean to.) and slept.<br />
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Got up, found food and water. Filled out canteens. Moved out again.<br />
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We made it up onto the road and started walking for the town<br />
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Once we we're up on the road, walking was a little easier because the ground was flat. I also took a pain killer from my mini first aid kit and Alex was lending a hand. At first I didn't want to accept any help, but my foot,,,,ow.<br />
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We made it into town in the late afternoon and cleaned ourselves up a little bit. (We didn't want to attract too much attention to ourselves and therefore our schools)<br />
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Dad is always telling my brother and me that we need to make sure we carry money in our survival kits and I made a mini survival kit that I can keep in my pocket which, luckily had enough money to buy us lunch and rent one room in the local motel.<br />
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We hung around the dinner for the evening, eating our sandwich and drinking coffee. (They had free coffee refills)<br />
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Then we went by the motel and ummmm....we're too fairly young people.....getting ONE room. (it was either two rooms and no food, or food and one room)<br />
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Luckily, we both look pretty mature, so we told the lady at the desk that we were married. (I know. The married couple is SO cliche, but we din't have a lot of time to think of another cover story ok?)<br />
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Anyway, the lady must have been pretty bored, because instead of just giving us a key and letting us go, she started walking us to our room.<br />
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And I was pretending that my foot was fine, which is physically and mentally exhausting....and it HURTS.<br />
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I must have winced or something because Alex turned and tried to ask me if I was ok.<br />
I said my foot hurt and I was just going to lean on his shoulder (that's something couples do, right?) but Alex just turned and picked me up, bridal style and started walking faster to catch up with the lady.<br />
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So we walked past her, opened the door, and went in. The Alex set me down and latched the door and...well, my foot was in a lot of pain and it was kind of swollen and he kind of set me down really fast....well.....I passed out from the pain.<br />
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I said I was fine, and asked him was time it was. Only a couple minutes had passed, which was good. I sat up (which hurt) and looked around the room for a phone. Alex saw me look and asked what I was looking for.<br />
He said he'd already looked. There was no room phone, but there was a phone down in the lobby.<br />
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So then Alex took one of the spare blankets and half the pillows, made a bed on the couch (a couch, but not phone?) and we went to sleep.<br />
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We woke up, I called Gallagher and we ate our complimentary breakfast. By the time we were done...Joe Solomon and Grant were there and we went home.<br />
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Then they bundled me up to the nurse who set my foot,(turns out, it was broken.) and told me to stay in bed the next couple days. (I was also a little dehydrated and I hadn't eaten well the last couple days...)<br />
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Anyway, so I was in bed for a couple days. </div>
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I started to get up and about with the use of crutches to go to class. </div>
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I had to sit out P&E :( but I started back into everything else, getting ready for finals. </div>
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Because of my broken foot, I wasn't allowed to go to the end of year ball. Mr. Solomon said something like I'd already proved myself with covers and blah blah blah. </div>
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(Alex got to go.) </div>
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Anyway, he showed up in the hospital room all the time to talk to me while I was in there and we were friends again after. </div>
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And guess what. </div>
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When they left.....</div>
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I had a boyfriend. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-8706151572694963992017-05-11T09:12:00.000-04:002017-05-11T09:12:06.419-04:00Dear Readers,<br />
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Hey.<br />
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This is Lily.<br />
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Last week, we all went on a wilderness survival trip.<br />
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Kat and Alex were a team and on one of the drops, they went missing.<br />
We don't know where they went, They were only supposed to go work on finding food and water in the nearby area.<br />
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When they didn't come back that afternoon, we started searching.<br />
They were are not in the area.<br />
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Since then, all the students were sent back to the Academy, and some of the alumni were called in to help. The staff are looking.<br />
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It had been three days since they disappeared.<br />
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Just thought you would like to know.<br />
I'll keep you updated<br />
LilyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-19099034358918452392017-04-24T14:21:00.004-04:002017-04-24T14:21:58.308-04:00WHY ME? I so, so, so sorry I haven't posted in forever. But I getting ready a week long wilderness survival course.<br />
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Which should be awesome right? I mean, Dad teaches Wilderness Survival to CIA recruits and my brother is in special forces and I am addicted to learning which plants to eat and which one to poison people with and all.<br />
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A fun chance to spend some time with my friends in the wood right?<br />
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WRONG.<br />
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Apparently, "my teamwork with the boys is lacking and I need to work harder on that or something."<br />
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So they paired me up with....<br />
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You guessed it.<br />
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Alex.<br />
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Bleh.<br />
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I've been working so hard on avoiding him...and then this.<br />
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WHY ME?<br />
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WHY?<br />
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-K<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-81676768959922381022017-04-12T19:15:00.002-04:002017-04-12T19:15:55.595-04:00What The Hell?This morning, we were all standing around, waiting for breakfast to start (We were mainly talking about whether we thought the waffles I made would turn out soft and fluffy like Chef Louis's always did, or if they would be really gross). The meal started, we grabbed our food, and still chatting, sat at our usual table. <div>
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And then Alex, David, and Pitt slid into seats at the table.</div>
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(What the hell?) </div>
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Without looking the least bit uncomfortable, they just sat down, chatting about some video game thing or other. </div>
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We were all sort of dumbfounded. Then Jess started talking to David and within a few seconds, Lily was bickering with Pitt. Cas rolled her eyes at me and put in her earbuds. Alex turned away from his discussion with David and Jess long enough to meet my glare with a insufferable smirk and say "We are starting over, aren't we?" </div>
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Then. I kid you not, he twitched his eyebrow up, and with one eyebrow up and that....THAT....smirky half smile thing, he turned and went back to his discussion. </div>
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I'll ask again.</div>
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-K</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-76679129879254440612017-04-12T13:41:00.001-04:002017-04-12T13:41:50.817-04:00Start Over <br />
The meeting was set for five o'clock in the afternoon, in the woods, by the stream (Yes. That stream.)<br />
<b> 4: 15,</b> Operative Edgeworth arrived at site.<br />
<b> 4: 56,</b> Operative Hawkins arrived, sat down on the log on the north end of the clearing and waited<br />
<b>5: 15</b>, Operative Hawkins was seen to be a little on edge. A started pacing and looking at his watch.<br />
<b> 5: 30</b> Operatives, Demos, Peterson, and Hawn arrived at scene.<br />
Operative Peterson asked what he was doing here and where the hell Operative Edgeworth was.<br />
<b>5: 01</b>, due to the heated attitude, Operative Edgeworth dismounted from her awesome hiding place in the nearby oak tree.<br />
And scared the hell out of everyone.<br />
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They all jumped when I appeared. Alex had just finished saying.</div>
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"Please. I just want to talk to her." </div>
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So I said, "Why? What could you possible have to say to me."</div>
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"I...." He seemed a little at lost for words. "I...didn't know." </div>
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I snorted. "Obviously."<br />
"What am I supposed to say?"<br />
"How about nothing?"<br />
"If you didn't want to talk to me, why did you set up these meeting?"<br />
"So you would leave me alone!"<br />
"Kat...."<br />
I turned and glared at him.<br />
"Can't we just start over?" he asked.<br />
"Fine." I turned and walked to the other end of the clearing and started walking towards him. "You do remember I threw a book at your head?"<br />
Then I turned and Lily said, "WHO ARE THEY???"<br />
I smirked, remembering when Lily and Jess first saw Alex, in that cafeteria room so long ago. What they said before they walked over and sat at our table...<br />
"Oh, yeah. I may have forgot to tell you that the Blackthorne boys are here."<br />
"Katherine!" Jess said in a high pitched voice, mimicking her surprise and anger on that day.<br />
"Ooooh, who's the hottie?" Lily asked, glancing at Alex. He stood confused on the other end of the clearing.<br />
"Looks like a real heart breaker." Jess commented.<br />
"Oh no. Here they come." Lily whispered hurriedly.<br />
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"What?" Alex asked, starting to walk across the clearing. "What was that all about?"<br />
Jess stepped in front of me. "That was, word for word, what we said when we first saw you."<br />
Cas stepped up beside Jess. "Consider yourself started over."<br />
"Kat..." Alex started, sounding a little annoyed. He stepped closer, but the girls closed around me in a ring and we walked out of the clearing without a backwards glance, leaving Alex behind.<br />
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-K</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-54079822217645234512017-04-10T10:26:00.000-04:002017-04-10T10:26:03.467-04:00Meeting Arranged As soon as class was out last Tuesday, Alex must have gone to look at the security cameras from the class. We were all allowed to look at them, for training purposes, but not many people did (because it still makes all the girls mad.) I could tell he hadn't looked at them before, because he looked like he was still in the dark. He still didn't realize...<br />
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That afternoon, he came jogging up to where I was watching TV with Cas, Jess and Lily. They didn't know about out talk, but they did know that I didn't want to be around him, So I just kind of ignored him and let them chase him away.<br />
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And this went on for days. One of them was always near by and ready to chase him away. Cas would just step in front of him and say something cutting until he left. Jess would bluntly tell him to leave, and Lily (Which is kind of ironic.) glared at him with a look that said, "Just try and annoy my bestie. I have a new gadget that I want to try out. Hopefully it will make you scream and twitch on the floor." After a few days, he got the message and left me alone. Or at least, he stopped trying to talk to me. Then he left me a message in my cookbook.<br />
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<i>"Kat, </i><br />
<i>Please just hear me out.</i><br />
<i>-Alex"</i><br />
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I mulled it over for awhile and then, yesterday as I was passing him in the hall, I ran into him. Or he ran into me. I'm not sure which.<br />
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"Watch it!" I snapped.<br />
And we were past each other.<br />
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In a few minutes, he would notice the note backpack. I'd agreed to meet him. Tuesday night. (because we had a couple papers due that night and a movie marathon tonight.)<br />
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Let's hope nothing horrible happens.<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-31212171533208866192017-04-03T13:56:00.000-04:002017-04-10T10:27:17.851-04:00Nope. Not Cas.The kitchen is running fairly smoothly. I had a bit of trouble with one of the Junior boys, but literally every girl in there turned and glared at him and silently threatened him with whatever they had near them (Knives, frying pans, mops, serving trays, cheese graters and cucumbers) and he shut up.<br />
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I'm not sure how I did it, but I haven't broken down and started crying in front of everyone yet, so I think I'm doing pretty good. Not emotionally, I mean acting wise.<br />
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We got fairly good news. Dad called back in, but now that the kitchen thing is on my shoulders... I haven't gotten a moment of emotional peace.<br />
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I'm just very, very stressed out. So today, I happily, but a little tiredly waved everyone out of the kitchen and started to work on the menu for the next week.<br />
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But I couldn't focus, so I left.<br />
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There are these tiny little balconies off the library and that's where I went, slipping out the doors and letting the white curtains slide shut behind me.<br />
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The summer breeze is very calming, and normally that's all I need to calm myself down. Sit outside, breathe and look at the stars.<br />
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But not tonight. I ended up curled in a little ball, knees tucked to my chest, crying.<br />
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Sometimes you just need to get tears out of your system, so I sat and cried as silently as I could. I was just about finished when I heard footsteps behind me and the curtains swishing open.<br />
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Great.<br />
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I sighed and said "I'm really not in the mood."<br />
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Nothing.<br />
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"I'm fine, Cas. I just don't want to talk about it."<br />
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"Fine." A voice that was diffidently NOT Cas said. "I'll just stand here."<br />
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I whipped my head around. Alex. Bloody Alex.<br />
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Crud..<br />
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Well, it kind of was too late to hide the fact that I was sobbing by myself, but I tried.<br />
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"Oh, hey!" I said, in a fairly normal voice, which would have been extremely convincing if my throat wasn't clogged up and if mascara wasn't running down my face.<br />
"What are you doing? What do you think of my crying? I've been practicing FOREVER to get it right. It's so hard to get the sniffle right, you know...." I probably would have kept babbling on, but Alex snapped "Would you cut the crap? Since when have you had to pretend around me?"<br />
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The happy but very fake smile dropped away, but it wasn't Sad Me that appeared.<br />
"Since you lied to me, tricked me and had me tortured?"<br />
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"First of all, it was interrogation, NOT torture..."I snorted but he kept going "And second, it was training, Nobody got hurt...."<br />
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"I've got split lip selfies that tell a different story."<br />
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"That wasn't supposed to happen. Kat, I wouldn't hurt you...."<br />
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"Can you even hear yourself?" I screeched. "You lied and acted to get close to me, and then used everything you had learned against me."<br />
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"I wasn't even in charge of your interrogation process! What are you getting mad at me for?"<br />
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"You had no idea what they were doing with me? Then why did you have the bloody fake split lip?"<br />
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"That? That was for one of the other girls. The dark haired senior who doesn't like seeing other people getting hurt. Why? What does that have to do with you?"<br />
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"Idiot" was all I said as I went to walk past him. He grabbed my arm and asked. "What? What is that supposed to mean?"<br />
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I face burned. There was no way I was going to tell him that they had used him against me. And that it had worked. "If you care so much, go look at the security videos."<br />
Startled, just stood there as I jerked my arm free and walked away. "But don't worry. It won't work ever again." I called over my shoulder and walked out of the library.<br />
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I couldn't go back to my room, not like this. So I walked down and out the front door and went for a quick run in the woods. When I left, Alex was still standing in the balcony door way.<br />
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-K<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-55474189926427306792017-03-31T13:24:00.003-04:002017-03-31T13:24:38.319-04:00Queen of the Kitchens This morning, there was an announcement during breakfast.<br />
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Chef Louis mother is very sick and he is needs to go to France be with her.<br />
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Which means we will have no cook in the middle of school. Which means we need a new chef.<br />
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But guess what? There aren't that many chefs with a clearance high enough to even know about our school. And it will take forever to clear the ones with a clearance. Well, not forever. A couple weeks. We should have a chef by two weeks.<br />
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Luckily, a handful of the students have been trained in various kitchen jobs. And all the Blackthorne boys had to do KP duty* at some point. We're assigned to position based off skill level and grade.<br />
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Unluckily, I am both the oldest person and one of the better chefs. So guess what? I have to not only help, I have to run the bloody kitchens for two weeks. I have to design meal plans, give the orders, keep everything running smoothly and.....<br />
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You'd think someone else would have taken extra credit in the kitchens. Nope. There is not a single Junior or Senior who trained to run a kitchen. I mean, there are some who know how to wait tables in Bangladesh and they're all willing to help...but everything now rests on my shoulders.<br />
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I am queen of the kitchens.<br />
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Agh.<br />
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-K<br />
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*KP Duty is a military term. KP stands for Kitchen Patrol or Kitchen Police.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-73468321870717395502017-03-27T18:39:00.001-04:002017-03-27T18:39:33.314-04:00About Me: March 2017I know, I know. I haven't posted in awhile. I'm sorry, ok?<br />
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In fact....<br />
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I would give you an official apology, but.....<br />
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And since I love all my wonderful readers....no apology.<br />
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Anyway:<br />
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<b><u>Have You Ever Heard Of The Ranger's Apprentice?</u></b><br />
Nope. Jess has a few of them...I'm considering reading them.<br />
<b><u>Have You Ever Played Ping Pong?</u></b><br />
Yes. We got snowed in last year. Most epic ping pong war EVER!<br />
<b><u>Tennis Shoes or Boots?</u></b><br />
For what? Though I'm going to say boots, 'cause <b>FASHION BOOTS!</b><br />
<b><u>If You Were Going To Pick Another Weapon, What Would It Be? </u></b><br />
Some sort of sword or other blade...or maybe archery.<br />
<b><u>Favorite TV Show?</u></b><br />
Green Arrow. Or maybe Agents of SHIELD...<br />
<b><u>Favorite Soda?</u></b><br />
I feel like I've answered this before....deja vu anyone?<br />
<b><u>Favorite Book (Non-Fiction)</u></b><br />
Spycraft. So well written.<br />
<b><u>Favorite Language? </u></b><br />
French is fun...but I LOVE my russian. I feel like a gypsy lady<br />
<b><u>Morning or Night?</u></b><br />
NIGHT!!!<br />
<b><u>Rainy or Sunny?</u></b><br />
Rainy days are nice, but I love my sun beams.<br />
<b><u>What Do You Like For Breakfast? </u></b><br />
WAFFLES! (With strawberries and whip cream)<br />
<b><u>Eye Color? </u></b><br />
Hazel, but tends to be dark green (Hazel is the term for eyes that shift color, right?)<br />
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-K<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-37222204178193507132017-03-19T09:30:00.000-04:002017-03-21T09:54:52.170-04:00Nobody Even Sees Me My parents still haven't called back in.<br />
Nothing is certain yet. There is still hope they'll make it back to us.<br />
<br />
If not....how will I tell my brother?<br />
<br />
<br />
All these students, trained to observe and to notice, can't see what I'm feeling.<br />
What I'm going through.<br />
<br />
But then again I suppose I've been trained to hide my feelings.<br />
<br />
Cas knows. After we met each other, trying to hide out tears in one of the not so secret tunnels, we told each other our problems<br />
My missing parents and her dead mother and her still grieving father.<br />
<br />
Her mother, an excellent spy, died of cancer a few years ago. Her father has been trying to work though his grief by constantly working.<br />
He's forgotten his daughter is grieving too.<br />
<br />
Another person who notices is Alex.<br />
It's just like last time.<br />
<br />
<br />
Except there will never be a time like last time.<br />
Last time,<br />
He was just a boy. A boy who understood what I was going through. A boy that was there for me.<br />
<br />
But then he betrayed me.<br />
He broke my trust.<br />
<br />
I can never trust him again.<br />
<br />
And sometimes I have to remind myself of that. Sometimes I glance over at him and see him looking so concerned and worried, I have to remind myself to stay away.<br />
I have to tell myself not to trust him.<br />
<br />
Not again.<br />
<br />
I don't need my heart broken again.<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-13931341403789324252017-03-16T13:49:00.000-04:002017-03-16T13:49:15.658-04:00A-Z of the Spy Wolrd<br />
<i>This is my 100th post. Hurrah for me. </i><br />
<br />
A- Alias<br />
B-Black Ops<br />
C-Coms, CIA and Cover<br />
D-Dead Drops<br />
E-Espionage<br />
F-Filling (The act of "filling" a dead drop)<br />
G-Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women<br />
H-Honey Trap<br />
I-Intelligence<br />
J-Joe (A deep cover agent)<br />
K-KGB<br />
L-Lies and Legends<br />
M-Mission<br />
N-Nightmares<br />
O-Operative<br />
P-Paperwork<br />
Q-QRF (Quick Reaction Force)<br />
R-Research and Development<br />
S-Spies<br />
T-Tech<br />
U-U-2 (a spy plane)<br />
V-Veteran<br />
W-Walk In<br />
X-X-Rays (Used by some people to pick locks)<br />
Y- ?<br />
Z-Zone<br />
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-K<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-49608562809047656002017-03-16T13:31:00.000-04:002017-03-16T13:31:10.134-04:00Last Night...Last night, I felt the tears coming and I stood up and stole out of our room.<br />
Not that there was any real reason to. Lily stayed up way to last night, working on her project and is out cold on her bed. I have no idea where Cas is. Jess is probably following David around somewhere. I stole down to a secret passage. Most of the secret passages are common knowledge. Every one knows about them. Well, maybe the boys don't, but I don't know that.<br />
<br />
But nobody hangs out in them. Because they are dark, and filled with spiders and sometimes mice. And where there are mice, there is poop.<br />
<br />
Anyway, if you follow this passage a little longer, it ends up off the kitchen, which makes it a little warmer. It also smells like cookies sometimes. There even a tiny window.<br />
<br />
But nobody comes in, because at the entrance, there is a million spider webs and more poop then usual.<br />
<br />
Which is because every time I sweep it out, that's where I put the poop. And I weave though the spider webs so they aren't disturbed.<br />
<br />
But today the passage wasn't empty. I saw Cas sitting on a blanker at the end of the tunnel, her knees bent, cradling a picture in front of her.<br />
<br />
"Oh hey." She said looking up. I was surprised to see her eyes were full of tears.<br />
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And we just sat there a few minutes, looking all weepy.<br />
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"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, moving over. I nodded and sat down.<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-83628529024873357402017-03-14T12:19:00.000-04:002017-03-14T12:19:18.136-04:00*SIGH*Every thing is a mess.<br />
<br />
I'm worried about my parents. They don't normally go on missions. What if they were compromised? What if they're out of practice? Why didn't they call in?<br />
<br />
Nobody notices. Lily is busy with some project or other that see is working on with the twins and I barely even see her. Jess is filling her time clinging to David or glaring at the new girl.<br />
She isn't even really a new girl anyway. She's been here two weeks.<br />
<br />
Oddly, she's one of the few people who knows. Well, I don't think she knows about my parents. I mean, she is one of the few people who notices that something is wrong. She just glances up with those deep green eyes of hers like she's seen all the pain in the world.<br />
<br />
Everyone else is a adult. They just give me those sympathetic glances when they walk by.<br />
<br />
The other student who knows is Alex. He just looks at me with those bloody concerned eyes. But he stays away. Ever since the gym, he's kept his distance.<br />
<br />
I not still mad at him. I avoid him because I'm so ....emotionally conflicted right now. About him. About my parents.<br />
<br />
I just....<br />
<br />
I need time to think.<br />
<br />
-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-68635841854218932322017-03-11T19:51:00.000-05:002017-03-11T19:51:16.088-05:00They Can't BeHey guys,<br />
<br />
Just letting you know my parents missed a call in yesterday.<br />
<br />
And they missed the call in before that.<br />
<br />
I hope they're ok.<br />
<br />
They can't be hurt.<br />
<br />
They just can't<br />
<br />
-K<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-90491141639648560662017-03-09T15:55:00.001-05:002017-03-09T15:55:17.020-05:00Spring Break UpdateHey my beloved readers!<br />
<br />
Quick Update!<br />
<br />
Last week was midterms (bleh)<br />
<br />
This week is SPRING BREAK! *angelic singing*<br />
<br />
I will be posting another blog post soon with more details about what I've been up to soon.<br />
<br />
Also!<br />
<br />
It is MARCH! Which means I'll be doing my monthly "About Me" soon. I think I'll post the second to last week of March, so you'll need to send me in your questions before the 20th.<br />
<br />
Ok?<br />
<br />
Good.<br />
<br />
-K<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-3972530676348617552017-03-07T10:58:00.000-05:002017-03-07T10:58:17.608-05:00Bibliophile Tag! <br />
This tag started on <a href="https://catherinesrebellingmuse.blogspot.com/">The Rebelling Muse</a>, run by a gal named Catherine. I got tagged by a blogger friend of mine, Maria S. Well, actually, she tagged "Anyone who wants to" and that counts. (She also sent me an email asking me to look into it)<br />
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Rules:<br />
1. Share You Answers. Either comment on <a href="https://catherinesrebellingmuse.blogspot.com/2017/03/bibliophile-tag.html">the original post</a>, or make your own post (Link back to Catherine's post!)<br />
2. Share With Your Friends<br />
3. Add a question (Please note. This was not one of the original rules. It was suggested by Maria S on her post. Catherine is ok with adding questions)<br />
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<b>1. What Is Your Favorite Fantasy Novel?</b><br />
I think I'm going to have to say Marissa Meyer's Heartless. I read about it on Maria's blog (she does book reviews) and even though she said not to, I read it. I have not recovered emotionally yet...<br />
<b>2. What Is Your Favorite Historic Novel? </b><br />
Its a book at Gallagher Academy. Sadly, a lot of the novel, (which was written by a spy and is mostly based off her real life) is classified.<br />
<b>3. What Is Your Favorite Contemporary Novel?</b><br />
Divergent<br />
4. Which Character/Book Best Reflects Your Personality?<br />
Sadie Kane. Sarcastic (mostly) British girl who loves cats.<br />
<b>5. Who Is Your Favorite Author?</b><br />
Right now I can't decide between Rick Riordan, and Marissa Meyer...<br />
<b>6. Favorite Character Of All Time?</b><br />
PERCY JACKSON!!! and ANNABETH!!! (They are no longer individual people on the internet anyway)<br />
<b>7. Do You Judge A Book By Its Cover?</b><br />
Of course. Who doesn't?<br />
<b>8. Paper Books, Ebook, Or Both?</b><br />
Both.<br />
<b>9. Have You Ever Read A Book You Didn't Like?</b><br />
Who hasn't?<br />
<b>10. Favorite Book Villain?</b><br />
LOKI. Ok. He's not really a book character...unless you count the Loki from Magnus Chase...<br />
<b>11. Book Cover You Loved?</b><br />
Winter by Marissa Meyer. So pretty.<br />
<img alt="Related image" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/84/03/f0/8403f0f6c8b15a4ac380b155c850cc69.jpg" /><br />
<b>12. (My added question:) Top 8 Favorite Fictional Ships: </b><br />
1. Percabeth (duh)<br />
2. Wolflet<br />
3. Cresswell<br />
4. Jinter<br />
5. Caleo<br />
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Alright. Pass it on!<br />
<br />
-Kat<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-85295688309215275452017-03-03T10:21:00.000-05:002017-03-03T10:21:42.299-05:00Broken TrustThis morning I did my run, and headed to the P&E Barn. I hadn't boxed in awhile, and I could let off some steam. There's the problem with Cas, and the tension in the dorm.<br />
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Anyway, so I started boxing. I was playing a fun little game where I listen to a song, and box until the song is over. Then I take a quick couple minute break and repeat. I was doing the second round when Alex walked in.<br />
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It is really easy to loose focus on your surroundings when your wearing earbuds, but I am a trained spy you know, and situational awareness is something we work on constantly. But I kept my face natural, like I didn't even notice him. Hiding emotions in one of my specialties.<br />
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The gym was empty and he stepped up to a nearby heavy bag and started boxing. I could see him glanced over once and awhile, but I never turned his way. I didn't even say hi.<br />
<br />
If I had wanted him to think that I was completely over it, I would have glanced over once when he walked in, then gone back to ignoring him. <br />
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But I didn't. I gave him a cold shoulder. I totally and utterly shunned him. The only time I reacted to him at all was when he turned and said hi.<br />
<br />
I didn't even look his way. I just picked up my phone and turned the volume up.<br />
(sadly, listening to music is one of the few things I can do on my phone.)<br />
<br />
I'm 95% certain he saw me turn it up. I saw him wilt a little in the reflection of my water bottle.<br />
<br />
Good.<br />
<br />
I kept ignoring him until the end of that round. Then I stopped and calmly started packing everything up. I kept my ear buds in the whole time. I finished by wrapping my earbuds around my phone.<br />
<br />
Alex stopped and walked over.<br />
<br />
"Kat..."<br />
"What?" I said, turning sharply on my heel and crossing my arms. "What could you possibly have to say to me?"<br />
<br />
"I said I'm sorry. Why do you still hate me?" he asked<br />
<br />
"First of all," I said, in an angry clipped voice "I don't hate you."<br />
He looked a little relived and I went on. "I'm disappointed. In you, and in me. Why did I even trust you?"<br />
<br />
"Kat..."<br />
<br />
"I trusted you." my voice broke a little here, but I was stronger when I said "That's a mistake I won't make again."<br />
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Then I turned on my heel and walked away.<br />
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-K<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-12795279761231571982017-03-01T15:00:00.000-05:002017-03-01T15:00:04.159-05:00"Miss Balli" Oh wow.<br />
<br />
You would not believe what Lily just found.<br />
<br />
The reason why Cas got kicked out of her old school is she "pranked" someone....<br />
<br />
While, according to the article Lily found, "Miss Balli is known for her pranks, she took this one a little to far."<br />
<br />
And yes. I know. Her name is Demos. So they school must have changed her name when the reporters showed up. Reporters tend to do that when they notice a boy tied up and hanging out the upper window of a boarding school.<br />
<br />
And yes. That's what she did. I don't know why she did it...but that was diffidently her face smirking out the window. I wonder what he did to annoy her.<br />
<br />
Hmmm.<br />
<br />
Maybe I can get her to do something to Alex....<br />
<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-57979199993575590532017-03-01T12:19:00.001-05:002017-03-01T12:19:56.533-05:00Cas DemosThe girl is named Cassia Demos. Both of her parents were spies, but her mom died a few years ago. She used to go to a co-ed spy school out on the Pacific Coast. I don't know where. That would be classified. Lily has been trying to hack into the Gallagher Network to see if she could find anything about it, but I really don't even care.<br />
<br />
The girl, who says she wants to be called Cas, looks like a female Percy Jackson. She has pitch black hair with beach waves, and blue green eyes. Lightly tanned, probably from all that time on the warm west coast. She has a slight dusting on freckles and a killed glare.<br />
<br />
She is constantly wearing headphones and a tiny silver ring. She doesn't talk to a lot of people, but then again she's only been here a couple days, so let's cut her some slack, eh?<br />
<br />
She's tested into our grade in almost everything. They don't teach Polish or Greek at her school, so she hast to take Polish with the freshmen. But guess what? She speaks Greek like a native. I wonder why?<br />
<br />
*Gasp* Maybe she IS a demigod?<br />
<br />
<br />
-K<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-2207174699786362772017-02-27T15:18:00.005-05:002017-02-27T15:18:55.111-05:00Just When I Thought It Couldn't Get Any WorseJust when I thought this semester couldn't get any worst....<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I have a new roommate.<br />
<br />
<br />
Yep.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
She is the daughter of a rich business man who also happens to work for the CIA. Something came up, I don't know what and she is going to be staying here for the rest of the semester. Nobody knows if she'll be coming back after that.<br />
<br />
She is our age. I don't know if she'll be be in our classes or anything.<br />
<br />
I literally just know that I walked into my room after a run in the woods and saw a new bed with a strange girl sitting on it. She had her earbuds in and was working hard at ignoring everyone. From the annoyed expression of Jess's face, Jess was trying to make friends. The girl looked up at me, no doubt wondering whether I was going to be overly friendly. But I'm having my own problems right now, so I just nodded to her and walked to my bed.<br />
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Jess huffed after a second and left the room. This should be fun.<br />
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-KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-44964842269535420532017-02-26T16:51:00.001-05:002017-02-26T16:51:27.054-05:00Are You British?I got a lovely email from one of my readers.<br />
<br />
They wanted to know if I was British....<br />
<br />
<br />
Sort of?<br />
<br />
You see, Mum was British. She worked with MI6 and met my dad on a CIA/MI6 project. They got married, moved here and had me and my brother. (Mum usually uses her flawless american accent to blend in, so my brother and I have american accents)<br />
Mum's parents live in England still and so does most of her family. We go back every three years.<br />
<br />
Because Gram lives far away, she like to send goodies and stuff and Skype with us whenever she can. Because she is always sending me British junk food I may or may not have gotten addicted to Maltesers, the British form of Milk Duds (expect the maltesers taste good), Crunchie bars and Vimto flavored anything. Also tea. And scone. I love, love, love scones.<br />
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Sadly, it can be really hard to find any British candy in american stores. *Sigh*<br />
I have seen maltesers at Kroger and you can order anything of amazon, but still. Wouldn't it be nice to just be able to pick up a package of vimto bon bons from the gas station?<br />
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Blackcurrant?<br />
Blackcurrant is a REALLY big flavor in the UK. It's the cherry flavor of England.<br />
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I meant to just find you some pictures, but now I'm working on trying not to drool on my bedspread. If you see these somewhere, buy them, eat them and send me an email!<br />
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Have you tried any other British Candy that I haven't mentioned?<br />
If so, let me know in the comments!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200488774061707957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870106211194148425.post-30315164629203055672017-02-24T10:44:00.000-05:002017-02-24T10:44:32.545-05:00Madame D's Surprise.A tea party.<br />
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Of course.<br />
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We split into two groups, half pretended to be servants half pretended to be gentry. And then we switched. Of course we all had cover stories.<br />
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I was a servant for the first round. Jess was gentry. Alex was "gentry" too.<br />
I tried to tell D'aja to go around a serve Alex's side of the table, but she didn't see me and went around the other way.<br />
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Drat.<br />
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So I went around the table, pouring tea and smiling.<br />
"More tea?" I asked Alex politely.<br />
"Yes, please."<br />
I leaned over him and started pouring.<br />
"You're smiling." he said<br />
"Yes."<br />
"Do you like me again?"<br />
"No. I'm acting." I said and turned to leave.<br />
"That's not your fake smile."<br />
I turned back. "Maybe that was my real smile. Maybe this is my fake smile. Maybe it was all an act. Maybe you don't know me as well as you think. I sure as hell don't know you as well as I thought."<br />
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He kept trying to catch my eye, but I ignored him.<br />
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Alex made sure he was serving my side of the table. How un-clandestine. I thought. When he came around he whispered " Kat. Please, I...."<br />
"Just pour the tea and get away from me." I growled.<br />
"I ...." he started again.<br />
I discretely spilled my tea cup. Golden brown liquid soaked into the white table cloth and spilled onto my school uniform. I whipped at it with a napkin.<br />
"Oh! You clumsy fool!" I screeched at him. D'aja, who was playing hostess told Alex to leave. He shot me a look, trying to read my expression. I looked away, toward the boy on my left. In the reflection of my spoon, I could see Alex watching me from his place along the wall.<br />
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I have my Polish-English translations due, a project involving rappelling cord and earbuds needs to be tested with Jess.and Madame D has hinted about something special today. </div>
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I'm still not talking in Alex. Most of the girls here ave forgiven them, but I don't trust people easily. It takes a lot to get me to open up. </div>
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