My whole life I’ve been trained to be an agent for British Intelligence. Both my mother and father have been agents since before I was born. I guess you could say it’s the family business. My parents are agents in MI6, as am I. But before I get into anything deeper there are three things you must know. First, that my name is Andrea, but Andy for short. Secondly, that I am on a mission to protect the U.S. president’s son while he is in school here. Third, that I am only sixteen. I am the youngest agent in the history of MI6.




When I was five it was blatantly obvious that I was far more advanced than the others in my class. I skipped three grade levels. MI6 decided that, being the daughter of two of their most successful and talented agents, they could sort of home school me. If a top secrete facility in the middle of London was home. They taught me languages, combat, weaponry, advanced maths, chemistries and physics, and the aspects of almost every culture in the world.




I know you are probably wondering why I need so much training to just protect the president’s son, but that isn’t my only mission. There is a student at the boarding school that I will be undercover at, whose parents are members of the Russian mob. I am to get close to him, try and get information, and possibly meet and infiltrate the family. I need to gather as much intel. as possible on the Pettroski family, and I have to do it soon. Someone in MI6 heard from one of their informants that the Pettroski’s were planning an attack on British soil. My job is to not let that happen. This is my journal of everything that happens. The president’s son arrives tomorrow. I hope he is at least tolerable. Well good night.



Day 1. August 8th 2012.




The president’s son arrived today. He is delightful! If you didn’t pick up on it, that was complete and total sarcasm. He does nothing but complain. ABOUT EVERYTHING!! He complained about the food, the temperature, the smells, even me! He said he didn’t want a “sissy” trying to protect him. I want to show him who the bloody “sissy” really is. He absolutely infuriates me. When he got his schedule he complained about how hard and heavy his work load is. He is absolutely ridiculous. I don’t know that I will be able to put up with him. I realize that he is in a new country and doesn’t know a soul, but he doesn’t have to act like he is being held here against his will.




I also met Ivan today. I couldn’t have asked for a better mark. He is dashing and intelligent and most pleasant to be around. We were able to chat for a bit. He’s a right young intelligent guy. Getting to know him and acting as though I have feelings for him won’t be that hard. I will now copy the exact dialog that transpired between us for later investigation.




I felt someone bump into me. “I’m sorry,” said a deep, husky voice. I knew immediately that the accent was Russian. Having already memorized the student guide, I knew that the only Russians at the school were Ivan and his sister. “Don’t mention it. Is that a Russian accent I detect,” I asked in my sweet, flirtatious voice. “Indeed it is. Ivan Perttroski.” He reached for my hand and bent his head forward and kissed my hand. His lips were so soft against my skin. But that doesn't matter; I have to keep my mind on the mission. “Andrea McCormick. But my friends call me Andy.” I’m fairly certain I blushed. “Well I certainly hope that we become friends Andy. Great friends.” I couldn't help but notice how beautiful his smile was…. Snap out of it Andy. He’s a mark. A target. A way in. That’s all. Stop going all bloody goo-goo over him. “I hope so as well. It was lovely meeting you Ivan.” “Nice to meet you as well. See you around.” As he turned and walked off I managed to slip a bug into is book bag. I think it’s time to listen to it. “Gretchen, I met this girl today. Her name is Andy. Gretch, she’s beautiful.” Ok so obviously no useful information, other than the fact that it shouldn't be that hard to get close to him. Well I'm going to go take a shower and then off to bed. I will update tomorrow.

Day 2. August 9, 2012




I have every class with Preston and Ivan. Oh, Preston is the president’s son so that was to be expected. But what I didn't expect was for Ivan to have the same advanced schedule. This morning he walked into the cafeteria and I smiled and waved at him, ignoring a snide remark from Preston about him being an over muscled air head. He got his tray then asked if he could join us for breakfast. I said yes at the same time Preston said no. I nudged Preston under the table. Ivan sat in the chair across from me. He smiled at me, “Mornings suit you well Andy.” “Thank you” I was quick to answer so that Preston wouldn't have a chance to get ugly with him. I still find it odd that I felt protective of him. “I hope you slept well." He turned towards Preston," Hello. My name is Ivan Perttroski. And you are?” He extended his hand towards Preston. I remember my breath catching, hoping that Preston would act like a decent human being. “Preston,” he mumbled and shoved his hand out. After that, Preston gathered his things and mumbled a “see you in class Andy” and vanished out of the doors. The body guard part of me knew I should have followed after him but the girl part of me wanted to stay with Ivan.




I sat there as Ivan ate. I steadily picked at my food. He stared at me with a smile on his face. “Looks like I’m not his favorite person in the world,” he said simply. “He is just being a spoiled brat because his parents made him come to school here.” Once again I don’t know why I felt the need to defend another boy. He smiled this crooked smile... my heart rate shot through roof. Andy stop. Don’t go there. You cannot let yourself fall for him. I will not. “Well I hope things get better for him. Are you his friend?” he inquired. And there it was… the question that I had yet to figure an answer to. I couldn't exactly tell him that I was Preston’s body guard. “I’m his cousin,” the lie came out smoothly. I took my iPhone out and sent a quick text to Preston:

Me: Preston if anyone asks how we know each other I’m your cousin from London. K?

Preston: Okay. Does it have to be cousin? What if our dads were best-friends in school or something?

Me: That works. See you in class!:)




I smiled up and Ivan. “Well technically our dad’s were best-friends in school. It’s kind of funny that I call the president of the U.S. my uncle.” There, that should be sufficient. “So, you aren't really related to him?” he asked. “No, just feels like it.” After I said this the twenty minutes bell rang. Meaning we had twenty minutes till first hour. “Well I have advanced history first hour, so I better get going,” I tell him. A happy smile spreads across his face. I couldn't help but thinking this was going to be too easy to get him to like me. “I happen to have that as well. Care to walk with me?” Shocked, I gather my things, smile and reply “Sure”. He walked me to class. Oh, and by the way, wwe had a bloody pop quiz on the first day of class. Not that I didn't ace it, but I’m fairly sure ninety percent of the class failed. I mean what kind of teacher gives a quiz on the first day of school? But, that’s not the point. Preston has eased up some on me and everyone. My roommate is from America. She talks all the time. I do mean ALL the time. So far I know the names of all seven of her brothers. Yes, I said seven. She’s moved around a lot. Haley is her name. She’s a junior like me. I really think I’m going to have to pull the whole pressure point thing on her to just get her to sleep. Oh well. That’s all for tonight.

Day 3. August 10, 2012




This morning Ivan sat with me again. I wonder if this is going to be an everyday event. He just sat there. Every now and then he would throw in a random question like “what’s your favorite color?” and “where were you born?” which the latter of the two was classified seeing as my parents were undercover.




Ivan had the bluest eyes. I could have stared at them all day. Andy stop. You are treading on dangerous water. Cardinal rule number one? Never, under any circumstances do you get emotionally involved with a mark. It can get you killed or made faster than any other mistake. I have to stay focused. I can't blow this operation. It's vital. Ivan might be sweet and handsome, but that doesn't change who he is. What he will be when he is grown. That's who I have to remember. This is dangerous. His family is dangerous. I just don't understand how he can be so sweet coming from that family. Maybe that's how they became so powerful, their charm and wit. Who knows? Preston just texted me. He needs help. I'll write more later.

August 10, 2012. Midnight.



Well that was certainly interesting. Preston didn't need help at all. He just simply wanted to talk. We talked for three hours about nothing in particular. We talked about classes, the kids here, he even asked me if I missed home. I told him of course I do. I asked him if he wished he could go home, he replied by saying no. He is glad to be away from the craziness. He told me his mother hasn't been the same since they moved into the White House. "All she worries about social events and making sure she looks picture ready at all times", he told me. "And dad? Well let's just say he doesn't have time to be a father and the president." He really just wants his parents to pay him some attention. Maybe that's why he acts out so much. He just wants to be noticed by his parents. I have decided that maybe Preston isn't as bad as he seems. Well I'm right knackered. That's all for tonight.