Meeting 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...

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.

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.

"Kat, 
Please just hear me out.
-Alex"

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.

"Watch it!" I snapped.
And we were past each other.

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.)

Let's hope nothing horrible happens.

-K

Nope. 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.

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.

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.

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.

But I couldn't focus, so I left.

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.

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.

But not tonight. I ended up curled in a little ball, knees tucked to my chest, crying.

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.

Great.

 I sighed and said "I'm really not in the mood."

Nothing.

"I'm fine, Cas. I just don't want to talk about it."

"Fine." A voice that was diffidently NOT Cas said. "I'll just stand here."

I whipped my head around. Alex. Bloody Alex.

Crud..

Well, it kind of was too late to hide the fact that I was sobbing by myself, but I tried.

"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.
"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?"

The happy but very fake smile dropped away, but it wasn't Sad Me that appeared.
"Since you lied to me, tricked me and had me tortured?"

"First of all, it was interrogation, NOT torture..."I snorted but he kept going "And second, it was training, Nobody got hurt...."

"I've got split lip selfies that tell a different story."

"That wasn't supposed to happen. Kat, I wouldn't hurt you...."

"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."

"I wasn't even in charge of your interrogation process! What are you getting mad at me for?"

"You had no idea what they were doing with me? Then why did you have the bloody fake split lip?"

"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?"

"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?"

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."
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.

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.

-K

Queen of the Kitchens

This morning, there was an announcement during breakfast.

Chef Louis mother is very sick and he is needs to go to France be with her.

Which means we will have no cook in the middle of school. Which means we need a new chef.

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.

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.

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.....

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.

I am queen of the kitchens.

Agh.

-K


*KP Duty is a military term. KP stands for Kitchen Patrol or Kitchen Police.

About Me: March 2017

I know, I know. I haven't posted in awhile. I'm sorry, ok?

In fact....


I would give you an official apology, but.....




And since I love all my wonderful readers....no apology.


Anyway:


Have You Ever Heard Of The Ranger's Apprentice?
Nope. Jess has a few of them...I'm considering reading them.
Have You Ever Played Ping Pong?
Yes. We got snowed in last year. Most epic ping pong war EVER!
Tennis Shoes or Boots?
For what? Though I'm going to say boots, 'cause FASHION BOOTS!
If You Were Going To Pick Another Weapon, What Would It Be? 
Some sort of sword or other blade...or maybe archery.
Favorite TV Show?
Green Arrow. Or maybe Agents of SHIELD...
Favorite Soda?
I feel like I've answered this before....deja vu anyone?
Favorite Book (Non-Fiction)
Spycraft. So well written.
Favorite Language? 
French is fun...but I LOVE my russian. I feel like a gypsy lady
Morning or Night?
NIGHT!!!
Rainy or Sunny?
Rainy days are nice, but I love my sun beams.
What Do You Like For Breakfast? 
WAFFLES! (With strawberries and whip cream)
Eye Color? 
Hazel, but tends to be dark green (Hazel is the term for eyes that shift color, right?)

-K

Nobody Even Sees Me

My parents still haven't called back in.
Nothing is certain yet. There is still hope they'll make it back to us.

If not....how will I tell my brother?


All these students, trained to observe and to notice, can't see what I'm feeling.
What I'm going through.

But then again I suppose I've been trained to hide my feelings.

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
My missing parents and her dead mother and her still grieving father.

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.
He's forgotten his daughter is grieving too.

Another person who notices is Alex.
It's just like last time.


Except there will never be a time like last time.
Last time,
He was just a boy. A boy who understood what I was going through. A boy that was there for me.

But then he betrayed me.
He broke my trust.

I can never trust him again.

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.
I have to tell myself not to trust him.

Not again.

I don't need my heart broken again.

-K

A-Z of the Spy Wolrd

This is my 100th post. Hurrah for me. 

A- Alias
B-Black Ops
C-Coms, CIA and Cover
D-Dead Drops
E-Espionage
F-Filling (The act of "filling" a dead drop)
G-Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women
H-Honey Trap
I-Intelligence
J-Joe (A deep cover agent)
K-KGB
L-Lies and Legends
M-Mission
N-Nightmares
O-Operative
P-Paperwork
Q-QRF (Quick Reaction Force)
R-Research and Development
S-Spies
T-Tech
U-U-2 (a spy plane)
V-Veteran
W-Walk In
X-X-Rays (Used by some people to pick locks)
Y- ?
Z-Zone

-K

Last Night...

Last night, I felt the tears coming and I stood up and stole out of our room.
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.

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.

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.

But nobody comes in, because at the entrance, there is a million spider webs and more poop then usual.

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.

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.

"Oh hey." She said looking up. I was surprised to see her eyes were full of tears.

And we just sat there a few minutes, looking all weepy.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, moving over. I nodded and sat down.

-K