An “Eventful” Covert Opp

Tuesday at 6:15 a.m.

So, I set my alarm clock for 6:00 a.m. yesterday. So I could cycle to school and the rooftop before any of those sugar monsters arrived. And conduct my own investigation.

I looked around to see whether there was anyone else in the school but myself, but I was astonished to find that just the principal and I were present. The principal was in his office, typing and reading as he always did. I entered the lift in the lobby and touched the button with the word R carved on it, which was carved on a small round teak wood that had become black since the school was established. It became black as a result of people going up there for no reason at all or for school functions because there is a stage on top. That can be transformed into a stage or a large timber structure with steel stands (it folds). When I reached the roof, I hid on one of the lift’s edges and peered out into the open space. Except for the sound of the generator and the staff’s storage area, it was deserted. I crept backstage and slipped behind some equipment to get a better look at the room. I was astonished to see the door open. The voices, though, did not sound familiar.

“…and do we have the mind blast monocle for tomorrow? with the Ca_.”

“Sir, we haven’t gotten the _ thing from you yet, Boss.”

“What time is the da_?”

I couldn’t figure out why they weren’t saying whole words, so I leaned forward to listen to them, but at that moment, a cello in front of me fell, causing a domino of uncontrollable instrument music (

(As in, a cello tipped over a violin, which tipped over a guitar, which tipped over a sitar, which tipped over a veena, which tipped a keyboard, which tipped a trumpet that fell inside a Grand Piano, when the trumpet fell there was a water can next to it on the edge of a table and it also fell, and the water got equally distributed into the grand piano and onto the floor resulting in I had no choice but to flee.

I raced as fast as I could, but they were fast and on my heels. Then I took a sharp right and ran towards a rope on the far side of the structure. I sprang with all my power and stretched my arms out like a cheetah leaping towards a gazelle a dozen feet away. There is good news and negative news. First, I’ll offer the good news. The good news was that I caught the rope; the bad news was that it wasn’t fastened to anything but was jammed on a window in the science lab and became loose when I caught hold of it; and the good news was that I had my grapple hook in my pocket. I wish I could have told you I shot it to the principal’s window, landed heroically, and then flipped on the ground… But that’s not true since when I shot the hook, it flew out the open cafeteria window. Well, I believe when spies get their first tools/armoury, they test it out or something, and unhappily, I hadn’t, as they said it 100% works and is easy to use, so there was no need to try. Now I couldn’t figure out how to bring myself down. And I was two levels above ground. When all the school buses arrived, I attempted climbing up to the cafeteria as quickly as I could because my hand was slipping. Because the drivers park the buses adjacent to the building’s sidewalls and we have a double-decker bus, I started moving back down so I could leap on top of the bus of the bus that would come and be under my feet at any second, now. And I jumped (by mistake forgetting what I was supposed to do) thinking I’d land on top when it swerved to the left and I was holding on to the side railings of the bus as tight as I could when the driver saw me in the rearview mirror and held the brake out of shock. I didn’t anticipate him to stop, but I managed to use my foot and jump from the bus to a nearby tree, which turned out to be a bush formed into a tree.

I descended from the tree and dusted myself so that I could join my classmates in class before the bell rang. When I arrived, just Jayden, Kelly, and Faren remained, and I understood why. I was about to strike up a conversation when Kelly stated

“Why didn’t you take the bus, and why did you travel alone?”

“Yeah, why,” Jayden answered, his face flushed with rage.

“I was going to say that,” I explained.

But before I knew it, Kelly and Jayden had vanished.

“What? ”

“They wanted an apology, not anything else,” Faren explained.

“Ohhh” I let out a sigh.

“You are going to apologise, right?”

Everything in my head was telling me that I’m not the child who apologises, but the kid who doesn’t. When a small itty bitty part of me said, “There is no I in spy team,” (I guess there’s a saying like that or something) and I made the right decision (the itty bitty ones, of course)

And marched with pride to my locker, I’m sure that was a lame way of saying it.