"Trippy Testing"
By Glacys Agustin
For the past twelve years, I've been attending
a boarding school that trains children to be in international espionage. I'm
not allowed to tell you much about it, or I could disappear. I'm not exactly
sure what happens to someone when they leak classified information, but I'm
pretty sure that if I did that, they simply wouldn't expel me. There would be a
more severe punishment.
What I can tell you is that I've been living at
the school since I was three. My parents don't stay home a lot- One, because my
dad is kind of... well... dead. And two, because my mom is always out of the
country. I don't know what she's doing. In fact, even if I did, I probably
wouldn't be able to tell you. She calls me for video chats every other weekend.
Otherwise, I don't see much of her. It's okay. I'm not really dependent on her,
I've been raised to be the exact opposite. It's still nice to know I have a
mother that checks in with me every now and then. Some kids here don't have
parents. Others have them, but might as well not, since they never see them or
anything.
Anyway, the end of my twelfth term was coming
to a close and it was time to see if I was ready to get into the field. It was
time for the test. The test was actually a series of tests that take place
inside a test itself. A test of concentration and our willpower. I've heard
several things about the testing room. The stories alone made me nervous.
