I'm super busy right now. Do you have any idea how much homework you have to do at a spy school?
But you only get to go into town once in awhile, so when your favorite teacher offers you  a ride into town, you say yes.
I can't post from the school ( with all the tech blocking my cheap electronics) so I'm sitting in the Roseville Library.
I will write the rest of my blogs from the school ( on my laptop) and then bring it into town.
It's annoying. It has to be checked over every time I leave and when i get back.


I look like a normal girl. Typing away. They don't know my secret. They never can.
There are girls my age sitting near by. But i can't say hi ( I CAN , in 14+ languages) but yet, i can't.

Ms. Sutton is back, from her "errand." Time for me to go home.

My name is Katherine.

My friends call me Kat

Either way, I stress on the K.
Partly because I like "K" , but mainly because a few years ago an evil crazy ex-student named Catherine, blew up my school.


Maybe you heard about it in the news?
About the prep school for rich girls in Virginia?

If you think the Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women is just a place for snobby heiresses, then you, like the rest of the population of America, don't know just how exceptional we are.

I know.

Because I go to  school for spies.


-K