The Diary of a Spy

By: Lila Moschitto

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May 15, 2006, 6:00pm

Dear Diary, 

Hi, I am Isabelle and I am an elite spy working for the government. Tonight, two dark shadows followed me as I snuck into a building. It was a dark warehouse that was clearly abandoned. I knew I was walking into a trap, and this was not part of my mission, but I couldn’t help it! Call it spy senses, a tingling sensation, whatever you want! I don’t care, I just had to go in there. 

Suddenly both figures lunged at me, but I elbowed one in the stomach and punched the other one in the nose. I threw a few other karate moves in and soon they were both knocked out. After they were down, I explored the warehouse further when suddenly I heard noises coming from a room down the long narrow hallway.  The door was ajar, and I could hear voices from inside the room. 

“If someone finds out, this whole operation is over,” someone warned. 

“I know, I know, I won’t mess this up,” another voice said. 

Suddenly, two men ran down the hall shouting. “Someone’s broken in!”

That’s when they turned and saw me. I ran as fast as I could, trying to find a place to hide. I knew I couldn’t call backup now! I would get in so much trouble. I needed a plan. I started making random turns in the warehouse, throwing things behind me, trying to lose the men. Then I ended up in a hallway with one door and no more turns, so I tried to open it but it was stuck. Suddenly the men turned the corner and staggered toward me, holding a gun. I did the first thing I thought of. I panicked, and then I used all my force to shove open the door. It worked! 

Quickly I slipped in and locked the door behind me. I stood there until I knew they had left before sitting down. I exhaled slowly and then looked at my surroundings. The room was dark and the only light was from a flickering candle in a corner of the room. As I started walking towards it, I tripped over something. Looking down, I realized in horror that what I had tripped on was a dead body. I needed to call backup, like, pronto. I tried to use my phone to reach the control services but there was no signal. Then someone came out of the shadows. Well, it’s time for bed. I will tell you the rest tomorrow. Goodnight! 

 

May 16, 2006, 5:00pm  

Dear Diary, 

So, I may have lied about working for the government. I mean I am a spy. Just not for the government. It will make more sense if I just tell you. Basically, I am a student at Secret Spy Academy and am training to be a spy for the FBI and if i’m lucky, the secret service, or even the government! Right now I am In 9th grade and unfortunately already on the brink of expulsion from the school. Anyway, I was sitting in the lounge as my coworker, Chris, was giving me a lecture. “For the last time, Isabelle, that was not part of the plan! Think about what actually would have happened if you went in that room, if you had even gone into the warehouse! You know you’re supposed to go meet me in the restaurant before you enter the warehouse.” 

Yep, I thought, here I am getting lectured again for not doing training like I’m supposed to.  

“Isabelle! Are you even listening to me?” Chris questioned me. 

“Yes, I am listening,” I reassured him. It wasn’t true though, and unfortunately Chris already knew that. 

“Isabelle, you know you need to start taking this seriously. If you want to be a spy for your lifetime job, then you need to do training the correct way, and not take this program for granted. You know that the headmaster already gave you a strike. This is your second strike! Next strike, you fail and they kick you out!” 

Chris was getting mad now, and I didn’t know why. It was my life, wasn’t it? “Chris, this is my life isn’t it? Why are you always worried about me? I’m not your daughter or something! Stop babying me!” I looked at Chris’s face and saw a hurt look. I knew I had hurt him, but at this point, I didn’t care. Chris needed to stop acting like he was my mom and not my co-worker. After all we were only in school he can’t act like he is already better than me. 

P.S.  I know I call Chris my co-worker but that is because when we are sent on missions (which is sadly never) or when we do training, we are always paired together based on our spy skills. Anyway, back to the story:

After dinner, the headmaster called me and told me to come into his office. I already knew what he was going to tell me, or at least I thought I did.  “Ms. Isabelle, you have been picked for an assignment. You were recommended by your long time coworker, Chris.”

I. Was. Shocked. “For real?!” I asked him.

“Yes, for real. But, be warned, this job is not easy. I will let Chris tell you the details, for I have work to do.” He sent me out of his office and told me that Chris requested to meet me in the lounge.

When I walked into the lounge, the first thing I saw was huge bookshelves, a fireplace, and chairs and couches. Chris was in a corner of the room, talking to Lucy, who was on the board of directors for the Spy Society High School. I wondered what she was doing here, I mean I knew she was good friends with the Headmaster, but what was she doing talking to Chris? Just then, Lucy spotted me and motioned for me to come over and join the conversation. “Isabelle, I’m sure the Headmaster already told you this, but you have been given a mission. I nodded my head, signaling for her to keep going. “Someone has broken into the Spy Society Headquarters and stolen an important hard drive that we need to give to the government in order to keep the city safe from a hacker who wants revenge on the government for kicking him off the board of directors for government security since they have accused him of fraud. We don’t know where he is at the moment, but we do have some potential sightings from some other spies that we sent out to gather information some time ago.” She handed me a fat packet along with some files she got from the police. “This is all the information I have so far,” she told me. “I hope it will be enough to start you off with. I have to go though, good luck on the mission.” 

I nodded my head, stunned, at what I had just heard. I was on a mission?! Suddenly Chris snatched the papers out of my hand. “I don’t trust you with these,” he said, holding them back as if he was a little child and he did not want me to take his stuff. “After that stunt you pulled during training, I can’t trust you to keep this information safe.” 

Then I got mad. “CAN’T TRUST ME?” I yelled. 

Chris looked startled and motioned for me to be quiet, but I didn’t care. 

“If you thought I’m not capable of keeping information safe, then why did you suggest me for this mission?!” I shouted at him. 

Chris grabbed my hand and dragged me into another room. “No one is supposed to know about this mission, you fool,” he told me. 

“Why not?” I asked him. 

“We can talk about it in the morning. I just can’t with you right now,” he said, leaving the room. 

What was that supposed to mean?! I thought angrily. Suddenly a boy with brown hair and bright green eyes barged into the room. “You need to come with me, now.” Then the boy grabbed my hand and dragged me to the Headmaster’s room.I figured he was a helper for the headmaster because he did not have a school uniform on, or a spy suit. I caught a glimpse of his name tag and It read: Hi My Name Is Marco; When he opened the door to the office my jaw dropped. The glass windows were broken, papers were strewn all across the room. The desk and all the other furniture was broken, while a baseball bat lay on the floor. The Headmaster was nowhere in sight. The boy handed me a note. “The Headmaster wanted me to give this to you,” he told me, then he left. I opened the note and it read:

Dear Isabelle, 

I need you to find the pen in my office drawer. It will explain everything. Good luck.

Sincerely, The Headmaster

What?! Quickly, I ran to his desk and started looking for the pen, but it had been thrown on the floor. I started searching around on my knees when suddenly Chris barged in. “What are you doing?” he asked me snickering. 

“None of your business,” I shot back. “Plus it’s not like you would care anyway. Just go back to your no-purpose work and don’t bother me any more, you piece of garbage.” I was still pissed at him for thinking I was immature. “

“Uh…..Isabelle,” he said, but I cut him off. “No, don’t Isabelle me. I’m the one actually doing something useful here.” I was ready to burst up into flames when Chris shouted, “ISABELLE!” then he shoved me out of the way as I just missed a kick from somebody else. 

I spun around to see someone light a match and set the room on fire. It spread fast, and before I knew it, I was dodging flames and trapped in circles of them. Suddenly Chris grabbed me and started dragging me out of the room. “NO!” I screamed, pulling out of his grip. 

“What are you doing?” Chris shouted at me.   

“There’s something important in here!” I told him, dodging fireballs and sparks. I started searching for the pen, hoping that it hadn’t been burned in the fire already, when suddenly I saw it: a gold pen with the Headmaster’s name on it. I grabbed it and raced out of the room, shutting the door behind me as Chris pulled the fire alarm. Everyone was desperately trying to find a way out of the building. I forgot about all my other stuff. I was still in my spy suit, and I burst out of there with a pen in hand. 

 

May 19, 2006, 10:00pm

Dear Diary, 

I know I have not written to you in a few days and I am sorry about that. Here, let me explain what happened in these past few days. After everyone had evacuated the building, we were all rushed to the courtyard on the other side of the building, where we saw the head of electives for the Spy Government standing behind the podium that was used for speeches. “Settle down, students, settle down,” she told us. “The fire is being put out and right now you are safe. The headmaster is missing and we are assembling a search party to look for him until further notice. We will be moving you to the emergency dorm and we will take a break from regular classes. Any missions are forbidden, and no one, I repeat no one, is allowed on campus until we repair the building and have word from the Headmaster.” Everyone looked around at each other with worried looks on their faces.

When we got into the emergency dorms, we were each assigned a separate dorm for ourselves with a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. When I walked through my door, the first thing I saw was the black and white wood and marble kitchen set up with a small deep brown wooden table and a few chairs. I then made my way through a door, which led to my room that had a bed, wardrobe, side table, window, and a desk. I walked back into the kitchen and peeked into a small bathroom with royal blue walls. I went back into the bedroom and unpacked my things that I was able to scavenge out of my old dorm room. Then I went to bed. That night I had vivid dreams of someone burning down everything in a room I did not know of yet. Chris told me to run, but I was searching for something, a book. We jumped out the window of the building, racing onto the street with Chris behind me. I recognized the building as I turned to look back at it. It was the abandoned warehouse we used for training. 

The next morning when I woke up, the first thing I did was get dressed and race down to the dorm’s office to look for Chris’s dorm number. I snuck in through the door making sure to stay out of the guard’s view. It’s a good thing I attended spy school. In the room I looked through a bunch of shelves and desk drawers, looking for a file that had something to do with dorms. Then I found it. It was a maroon-colored file that had a detailed description of each student that was present at the school. I also saw a file of the former students at the school, but I did not pick it up. I didn’t need to. It was really thick, though, but I am not surprised the school was founded in 1900. It was said that they started training spies for the war that was supposed to come according to the last seer of the Moory family, John Moory, in around 1910. 

When I got to Chris’s page I saw something that caught my eye. I felt like I knew his parents’ names. It was probably nothing, but I took the page anyway to look at it later. Chris’s dorm room was 2B on the second floor. As I walked up the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction to what I was going to say would be. When I got to his dorm, I knocked on the door and waited patiently for him to come to the door, but he never did. I tried to open it and to my surprise it was unlocked. I slipped in and looked around only to find his bedroom door locked. I heard voices coming from inside the bedroom. I knocked on the door, “Chris, you in there?” I said.

“Yep! I’ll be out there soon! Just give me a sec!”

He then came out of the room, blocking the doorway. I thought it was nothing so I let it be. 

“Yes?” Chris said. 

“What? Oh! Right! Listen, Chris, I need to tell you something,” I told him. 

“What is it?” he asked me.

“Remember the fire? When I was looking for something?”

“Oh yeah, I do! That was really dangerous and you should—”

“Listen, I don’t want to hear a lecture, can you please focus?”

“Fine, fine, go on.”

“Look at this,” I said, pulling out the gold pen from my back pocket and showing it to him. 

“Isabelle, did you steal that?! I knew you were trouble, but I can’t believe you would go this far!” He snatched the pen and was about to throw me out the door when I took out the letter and threw it at him. 

“This will explain why I have the pen,” I said. 

He read the note and then slowly looked up at me. “Do you know what this means, Isabelle?” he asked me. 

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for this! We should break into the old school and find more clues to finish the mission!” I paused and looked at Chris, who was shaking his head. 

“No, we are supposed to give this to the officials, you fool. We can’t break in!” he told me. Then he shoved me out the door and put the note and the pen in his bedroom. I walked back to my dorm, knowing one thing: I had to get them back.

 

May 20th, 2006, 11:35pm

Dear Diary,

Tonight I broke into Chris’ room through the window and would you believe it – he sleeps like a log! I honestly thought he was dead for a sec before I heard his snoring. It took me a while before I realized that he had put the note and the pen in his safe, and it took me almost an hour to unlock the safe to get them. When I was done, I raced back to my room before he could wake up. I guess I know what I have to work on as a spy now. When I got back to my room, the first thing I did was pack you, an extra spy suit, and some chips as well as a plastic water bottle in a small bag before racing out of the building. I knew that the first thing Chris would do when he woke up and saw his room and the letter and pen missing was go to my room. When he couldn’t find me, he would alert the head of electives for the Spy Government which would probably then set out a search party for me. I wondered if Chris would tell the truth, that I had stolen important and possibly dangerous things from him, or cover for me. I wanted to believe that he would cover for me but something told me that for some reason he would do anything to get the pen and the letter. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and tried to think of someplace no one would go. That’s it! I thought. The Headmaster’s old office! Maybe I can find more info on the case there, too! I raced down the gardens and through the place where the two big dark brown doors used to stand to get into the building. Then I made my way through the destroyed halls and did some crazy parkour on the torn staircase and then walked down the hallway to the remains of the old office. When I got there, I heard voices coming from inside the room. It was the head of electives for the Spy Government talking to…………the men from the training warehouse? No, he didn’t look like one. That’s when I remembered the dream I had that night, maybe there really was something shady going on at that warehouse! And maybe the head of electives for the Spy Government was a part of this whole disaster! Maybe she was the hacker herself. I listened in to the conversation using some ear extensions I had stolen from the museum of famous artifacts downstairs before I came up here. 

“…Listen if this whole plan gets ruined, then we have to use plan B. We need to hack into the city’s system to—”

“Mary, it’s too dangerous. We can’t risk it, especially if someone finds out what you’re up to and we can’t let that happen. You could lose your job forever!”

“But Jonnathan, please, we have to do this. We need to!”

“No Mary, we don’t.” I heard footsteps and quickly activated sticky boots on my shoes so that I could climb onto the ceiling where the worker, Jonathan, whoever he was, wouldn’t see me. Mary sounded so desperate but now that I had that information, I needed to save this city. Now I knew who the hacker was. All I needed to do was get this recording to the Board of Spy Society, the board of all spies and spy society and schools and operations.

 

May 27th, 2006, 4:27am

Dear Diary, 

I have made the biggest mistake possible. Here, let me tell you about it – you might want a bowl of popcorn for this, though. After I stated my case to the Board of Spy Society, I had to wait a day before they made the final decision. While I was waiting, I went back to the emergency dorms and told Chris I was sorry for breaking the rules and sorry for breaking into his room and stealing from him. He forgave me but warned me in a playful way not to do it again. I appreciated his understanding but there was still the feeling that this wasn’t the whole story and I was missing something. Something very, very, very important. And I was. When I got the report from the Board of Spy Society back, me and Chris celebrated and hosted a courtyard party for the whole school to celebrate my achievement. It was a lot of fun, but later that night I couldn’t get the pen off my mind so I decided to study it. While I was looking at it, I clicked open the pen and immediately dropped it because a hologram appeared right out of it. It was the Headmaster. I was stunned and could only listen as he told me his story. 

“Isabelle, we don’t have much time but I need to tell you something very important. Chris is not who you think he is, he is the hacker. I know you may not believe me, but it is true. You need to stop him before the time runs out or he will be able to destroy our entire city without a single person noticing. I wasn’t sure of it before, but I now know for sure. Please, Isabelle, you are our only hope. The fate of our city rests on your shoulders.” With that, the hologram faded away and the pen dropped to the floor.

“He’s right, you know,” a voice from behind me said. I turned around in horror only to realize that Chris was standing right behind me. Before I could say anything he bagged me.

When I woke up, I was in a dark room. I was looking at my surroundings when I saw the school master right next to me. He motioned with his head for me to look down and when I did I saw a pocket knife. I quickly grabbed it and started to cut the rope, when the door opened. It was Chris. Suddenly a metal hand lunged towards me and snatched the pocket knife out of my hands and handed it to Chris. “I see you were trying to escape,” he said calmly as if I wasn’t tied up next to the Headmaster in a dark room while he was hacking the entire city. “That won’t be happening today, Isabelle,” he told me with a smirk on his face. Then he closed the door and locked it. I was thinking we had no hope and would die here when I remembered I had my own pocket knife. I used it to finish cutting the rope, and then I cut the Headmaster’s rope too. We quickly took out the gags from our mouths and then I used a hair clip to unlock the door. We burst out in the warehouse that was used for training and ran down the hallway to what looked like the main control center of the building. 

“Call the police,” I told the Headmaster before going into the control room to fight Chris. First I threw out all the body guards before facing him. “Ready to fight, Co-worker?” I said. Now, if you’d told me even just last week that I would be fighting my best friend and coworker to save the city, I would never in a million years have believed you, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Chris hit me in the stomach with his foot and I went flying against the wall of the room. I thought about all the people who might die because of this man. Then with all my force I flung a punch and gave him a black eye. He clutched his eye, which gave me the opportunity to grab his leg and flip him over onto the floor. He let out a cry of pain and that’s when the police showed up. 

Now it’s Sunday. Yesterday I won the trial and Chris was sent to prison. I won a bunch of rewards but I still don’t feel like I did the right thing. I thought that I had the whole story figured out, but I still feel like something is missing. I have a million questions. Why did Chris want to hack the city? Did someone force him into it? Did he even want to hack the city? Unfortunately these questions will never be answered. It’s like almost finishing a puzzle but the last piece is missing. Or maybe I put a puzzle piece in the wrong place. All I know is that there is more to this story than what was told.

Sincerely, Isabelle, your high school spy.

The End

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