Spy Girl

I walked over to Jordan, my fellow spy, and best friend, trying not to laugh too hard at the sight of him hanging upside down by a rope. "Well, well, well," I say, walking in. "It looks like poor little Jordy isn't so good at avoiding booby-traps after all. "I--um--I was distracted! See um, Candice stopped by to watch me train, and she and a few other girls started giggling and chatting and then, I lost focus and..." "And you fell into a booty trap. You know what? I think Melvin set them here ON PURPOSE to see if we were ready to finally go on our first mission! " I examined my nails, waiting for an apology. "Look, Ellie," he said, using my childhood nickname to melt my heart. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake and I will try not to let it happen again." Then he gave me his irritating, yet somehow endearing, lopsided smile. I rolled my eyes in irritation and started walking away. "And, um, Michelle?" I turned and looked into his green eyes. "Can you please help me down from here?" ***  I'm Michelle Morgan. I'm sixteen. When I was 12 years old, I skipped three grades after taking the IQ test. Then just before I started high school, someone came to our house talking about some secret organization for smart kids and how they wanted to recruit me and Jordan. Both of our over-eager parents, happily agreed, shipping us off to the Secret Society of Smart Teens (SSOST) for short. They teach us hacking and coding and encrypting. I know ten different languages and am on a college level in all my studies. There are three branches of SSOST. The Orchid, Hydrangea, and...Blackthorne. Blackthorne was the sort of legendary branch, where all the famous male spies have come from. James Bond went there. We are the Hydrangea branch. A mix of boys and girls. Blackthorne is all boys and Orchid is all girls. The ruler of it all is Dr. GQ he lives somewhere totally top secret. Melvin is the head supervisor of Hydrangea and he is not to be messed with. So when he pulled Jordan and me aside, after dinner I knew something was up. "Michelle, Jordan. I think you two are ready for your first mission." He said in his usual crisp, perfect English. My eyes widened and Jordan's mouth dropped open. "Your plane will be here tomorrow at ten am sharp so be ready. Shirley, my assistant will send you the details." He looked straight at me sending a jolt through me as his gray eyes met my blue ones. "And Mr. Cove, close your mouth before an insect gets in." Jordan's mouth shut with a snap. Then Melvin turned around, adjusting his suit jacket as he walked out of the dining hall.