Prologue

My name is Zach Quinn, and I’m a pretty cool kid. I love video games and football. “Ice cream, I hear. And I’m there. I have friends. I go to a (not-so-normal school), and I love vampires, werewolves, and comic stuff. And I am kind of a nobody in school, but something people don’t know is that I’m a Spy(fine, I admit some people know it. The hall monitors, the principal, all the secret agents/Spies, and my archenemy) which is a part of my job, in this school. Try guessing which grade I am in

(4 cm smile)

(162 cm tall)

(24 cm wide)

(Straight back)

(Dark blue eyes)

(Thick blue hair)

(4.2 cm long nose)

(1.8 cm wide eyes)

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Yup, a 6th grader!

Thursday. Morning, 8:45 Am After Gym class

Have you ever run away from a bully? My full-time job (that is).

Through the corner of my eyes. I saw that I was cornering myself. But they seemed to be looking away from me. But, to the principal. He sits on the other side of the cafeteria (in the ‘ VIP cabin’ that looks like a demolished piece of a place close to the violent Mount Etna). (a terrifying volcano in Europe). People were gawking at me with the queerest looks.

Only because the Bully had duct tape in his hand. (to stick me to the wall, of course.) I felt like I was getting the type of attention that you get when people feel sorry for you, the one sort of attention I hate getting.

“Man, why couldn’t I have just let them do what they wanted!” I muttered under my breath. And my brain screamed back at me. “Because we do what is right. Now stop being such a crybaby, get to the principal with your information, and let him handle the rest!”

Maybe I should fill you in on an unerring tale about me.