I’m Benjamin Carson but you can call me Ben I am 12 years old. My adventure started when my family, my mom, dad, 13 year old sister and I got home from the Air and Space Museum. I ran upstairs to go to the bathroom after the trip. When I came back down my dad said that they were going on a date.
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll stay here.”
“Hey,” my sister called from her room, “Don’t forget about me.” She peeked out of her room and walked to the railing and looked down. She put two fingers in front of her eyes and pointed them back at me.
Apparently that was her way of telling me she was in charge while my mom and dad were gone. But I never listen to her anyway. I mean who listens to their older sibling if they’re only a year older than you. I looked behind me and saw my parents weren’t watching and stuck my tongue out at her.
“We’ll be back in an hour or two,” my mom said.
“Who’s in charge?” my sister Becca asked.
“You can be . . .,” my dad interrupted my mom.
“Just be good,” he said, as he opened the front door.
“But-” my sister started to complain.
“But nothing,” my dad said.
My mom shot my dad a weary glance. “It’ll be fine,” he said, “Won’t it kids?”
“Yes sir,” Becca smiled.
“Maybe,” I mumbled, “If I survive the torture.”
Becca glared at me and I just laughed. A few seconds later she started laughing too.
“If Ben doesn’t kill me we’ll be fine. Bye!”
I ran upstairs and fed my cat Luke, who was an Egyptian Mau. One of the rarest cats in the world. They were also the only domesticated cats in the world with spots.
About ten minutes after they left I heard a knock on the door. My sister was on the phone probably talking about useless things that would never happen.
“Coming,” I called from my room. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, standing there was a stranger I had never seen before.
“I am Michael Hale CIA agent number 27,” he said, showing me a badge, this man was about 5, 11, had light brown hair and to me he looked exactly as I would expect a spy to look like. He was wearing a tuxedo; his hair was so shiny it looked like he used a whole bottle of Hair Gel. The only thing that was off about him was that he was a little older than I thought a spy would be. He looked about 50. I stared at him blankly but I guess that was all he needed. He pushed me aside and barged into my house.
“Wait!” I yelled, chasing after him into the living room.
“Why are you here ‘Agent Hale’ if I can even call you an agent?”
“Well, you see,” he started to say but trailed off and instead he asked. “Do you have anything to drink?”
“Yeah we have some water,” I replied, dully.
“I would prefer something more like an energy drink. You know because I had to ditch some undesirables on the way over.”
“Oh yeah undesirables,” I said, trying to sound as if I discussed this sort of stuff every day. “What kind of . . .”
“I am afraid I cannot say,” Michael interrupted.
“I’ll go get you something in the kitchen.”
I went into the kitchen and pulled a Gatorade and poured it into two cups. What should I do? I thought. Should I call the police while I had the chance? Or should I yell and get Becca’s attention? But I just decided to stay quiet. I mean if this guy really was a spy just think of all the bad things he could do to me. When I walked back into the living room I handed him a cup of Gatorade.
“Thanks,” he said, waiting for me to take a sip. I took a sip and after I did Michael almost immediately took a drink of his. I guess it was something you learned as a spy. Wait for the other person to drink theirs incase its poisoned or something.
“Benjamin do you have any weapons?”
“No,” I choked.
“Well this tennis racket will work,” he said, picking it up out of the corner. He swung it around almost as if it was a sword and accidently knocked a vase with flowers off of the coffee table.
“Ok where was I?” he asked, completely ignoring the mess he had just made.
“Oh yes,” he said, sitting down on our couch. “Ok we would like to invite you to join St. Peterson science academy. . . Oh and yes the scholarship is free.”
“What!” I exclaimed.
“Let me get this straight first you barge into my house, claim you’re a spy, and plop down on my couch and now you’re offering a scholarship to a science school?”
“Pretty much,” he replied.
“I can’t believe this!” I yelled at him. Michael looked at me surprised that I blew up at him like that, I was also surprised.
“Sorry,” I said, feeling the tiniest bit guilty.
“You never let me finish Benjamin,” he said.
“Er . . . yes I did.”?
“Well it didn’t feel like it. Anyhow, let me continue,” he said, taking another sip of his Gatorade, “Everyone will think you will be going to a science school when in actuality you will be going to a spy school.”
“What about my parents?”
“Like I said . . . Everyone.”
“Oh . . .”
“Well, anyway I’ve never heard of a spy school,” I said, already sounding bored.
“Well would it be a very good spy school if everyone knew about it?” he asked as if he were the smartest person on earth.
“I guess you’re right,” I replied.
“Well I really only had one reason to come here,” he said. Michael Hale handed me a letter with four seals, one which must be opened with a steak knife.
I opened the letter and read it. The next moment I had to sit down. The letter said I
had just been accepted into the CIA. I looked at Michael. I was feeling excited, confused and worried all at the same time. Just then something popped up in my mind.
“Wait a second why are you offering me this job?”
Michael stared at me as if the answer was obvious.
“Ok,” he sighed “How many times have you accessed are website?”
“721 times,” I said embarrassed.
“Correct,” he said, slightly impressed. If you know me I might not be the smartest kid in school but when it comes to math I can remember anything. It’s kind of like a photographic memory, but just with math.
“So Michael continued you have aced all of our games and half of the time you look at the job page.”
“Will you except?” he asked me.
At that moment I made the worst decision in my life. “Yes I accept. But just don’t tell my sister she’d be really upset she couldn’t go.”
“Anyway,” he said standing up, “Your parents will be home soon I got to go.”
Right before Michael left he turned around and said “Do you want a tip?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Sewers,” He said. “Benjamin we will be in touch.”
What was he talking about I wondered. So that is when my life got interesting.
My parents weren’t really opposed to me going to “St. Peterson science academy” the only person who was, was my best friend Nate Lenard. Nate and I met in preschool grade. If we had met any time later we would probably not even be friends. My parents were really excited about me going to the science school because I got a scholarship. Yep, that is the only word they needed to hear “Scholarship.” But their biggest problem was the fact that I’d let a stranger into the house and after that of course my sister got in trouble because she was on the phone and didn’t hear the door ring. But after mom and dad explained what had happened she was so angry she screamed her head off all night. You see my sister is this big science geek, who doesn’t care about anything but science so to her it was like I was going to the Bahamas. When I woke up her eyes were red and droopy.
The next day it was snowing pretty hard but of course Michael did not care. So he picked me up from my house. It was not that far it was only in Washington D.C. On our way there we almost got into a car accident involving a deer, drunk driver and ice but that’s a whole other story. This story is about how I started “Spy School.”
When we finally arrived Michael slammed on his brakes at the curb.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We are being attacked!” he exclaimed.
“When I say “go” run inside as fast as you can,” he said.
“Go.” He shoved me out of the car and I started running to the door.
Of course it was much harder to run in the snow but I eventually made it to the door. When I got inside I could hear gun shots in the distance. This was hopefully Michael’s gun. I locked the door behind me which seemed like a good idea at the time. Then just like a ninja dropping out of the sky someone pounced on me.
“Who are you?” my attacker hissed.
“I – I’m Benjamin Carson I go to school here.”
“I’ve never seen you here before,” they said.
“I just started here today.”
“A newbie right now?” My attacker asked, in disgust. The voice I heard was surprisingly high pitched.
I stared blankly at my attacker. “You’re a girl.”
“Wow she said taking off her mask, how did you guess?” This girl was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. She had blond hair and icy blue eyes, and even better she smelled like lilacs and gunpowder.
“Follow me,” She said. “Tell you what if we survive this we can get to know each other.” She quickly glanced at her watch and murmured something I couldn’t understand.
Of course I had nowhere else to go so I followed her.
“By the way I’m Benjamin Carson.”
“So you’ve said,” she replied. She ran up the stairs and of course I followed her.
“Is there a bathroom nearby I got to go?”
She turned around so rapidly I slammed right into her and while she stayed standing up I toppled onto the ground.
“Why didn’t you go before the gun fight?” she inquired, running around a corner.
“Well,” I replied, standing up and following her. “I didn’t know there was going to be a gun fight.”
“Well unless you want to get killed you should stick with me,” She replied
“Do you know how to use a gun?” she asked me.
“Well I can handle my cousin’s BB gun pretty well,” I responded.
“Ok here,” she sighed, handing me a little pen looking thing.
“It’s a Taser it only works from a couple feet away,” she explained. She quickly showed me how to turn it on and off.
“So if you were about to ask then yes you can hurt me with it.”
I was about to say something when she put a finger to her lip. Then she put her lips to my ear and whispered so softly I almost couldn’t hear. What she whispered into my ear was the most terrifying and exciting thing that had ever been said to me. “Three enemy agents not far behind us,” were the words. My heart skipped a beat.
“When I say go run upstairs to the principal’s office.”
“Wait,” I replied. “I don’t know where it is.”
“Ugh,” she sighed. “It’s up the stairs. Didn’t I just say that?”
“Now go,” she said, shoving me towards the stairs.
I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, finding at the top there were lots of rooms with name plates on them. I ran across the hall hearing several pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs behind me. I ran all the way to the end of the hall finding more stairs with many more pairs of footsteps coming up. Also at the end of the hall I saw the principal’s office. I slammed into the door expecting the door to open. But instead it was locked and it flung me back onto my butt. I quickly stood up and kicked the door open in only three kicks. I ran in only to find another door, which was unlocked. I ran in, locked the door and hid behind the computer. Of course after that the enemy kicked the door open. I grabbed the Taser the girl gave me and zapped the key board, which did not work out well. All the lights flashed on and off for several seconds until BOOM! There was a huge spark and I was left in the darkness. I tried to run away but all that did was make me run into a bookshelf and land on my butt for the second time. When I stood up again I saw a shadow about to pounce on me so I grabbed the heaviest book I could find on the shelf and through it at my assassins head and knocked him out cold.
Of course right after I did this 4 more assassins came out and I did the only thing I knew how to do. I put my hands in the air and said “I surrender.”
At that second the lights flicked back on and I saw four people Michael Hale, the principal and two other people who I had no idea were.
The principal turned to me who was so angry his face was already red.
“That wasn’t so hot,” said the man whom I didn’t know.
“Well,” Michael said, trying to find something good to say, “It wasn’t terrible.”
“You failed,” The
“Failed what?” I inquired.
“Your SACS test of course,” said Michael.
“What is SACS?” I asked.
“Survival and combat Skills,” said the woman that I had no idea was.
“You mean this was a test!?” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” the principal replied angrier than ever, “A test that you Benjamin Carson failed.” After that the principal stormed out of the room. Michael sighed than looked at me.
“This is Ronald Hill, Mary Thompson and of course you’ve met Erica,” he said, pointing toward the door. I turned around surprised to see the girl that attacked me. I gave her a half wave hello but got nothing in return.
“You mean you all new about this?” I asked.
“Yes we did,” said Mary.
Right after that the principal stormed right back into the room and handed me a bunch of papers in a document. Then the principal shoved me out of his office. I looked back in disgust. Then I opened the document he gave me and found a map and followed it to my room. When I got to my room I found all of my belongings in a pile outside my room. I picked them up and brought them into my room. I took in my surroundings. It was definitely smaller than I thought. It was more like a cell than a room. There were daddy long legs in every corner. There was a sudden vibrating feeling in my back pocket which made me jump and since my room was so small I jumped right into my wall. I knew it was just my phone but I was still surprised.
I took out my phone and found a text from Nate that said: “Hey Ben how is your lame science school?”
“It’s not lame,” I lied. I hated lying to my best friend but I probably would get killed if I told him the truth.
I put my phone away and sat on my bed. Then I heard a knock on the door. Of course I jumped and hit my head again. I walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole thinking this might be another test.
“Hey Ben I know you’re in there. The voice said, this is not another test,” I reluctantly opened the door and saw a muscular, tall, handsome, athletic guy. If you asked me to draw a spy I would have drawn him. He looked like as if he was about sixteen years old. He stuck out a hand that dwarfed mine and I shook it.
“Hey I’m Martin,” he said.
“Hi I’m Benjamin,” I replied.
“Do you want to be friends?” Martin asked me.
“Yeah,” I replied happy to meet someone kind.
“Ok,” Martin said. “I’ll show you around if you give me one favor.”
“Ok . . .” I started to say. “Wait what favor?” Martin checked out the door to make sure no one was watching and then he closed my door and locked it.
“Nothing much he said just a bit of computer hacking. And if you get caught I will personally turn myself in.”
“Computer hacking?” I asked suspiciously.
“Computer hacking for what?” I asked.
“Oh you know,” Martin said, “For school work.”
“Isn’t there a policy for that?”
“Listen Ben you can be on my good side or my bad side and believe me you don’t want to be on my bad side.”
At that second I realized that you don’t want to be on Martin’s good side or bad side.
“Umm Ok,” I replied, feeling stupid that I’d ever agree to something like that.
“Really?” he asked looking surprised. “Ok let’s go get that computer hacking over with.”
“One more thing,” I said, trying to stall him. “If you’ll turn yourself in why don’t you just do it yourself?”
“I’m just not as good as you are at this stuff.”
He unlocked the door and opened it than he fell to the ground knocked out cold.
Standing in front of me was a boy my age.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m Robert.”
“Hi,” I said , hoping he was not like Martin.
“I’m Benjamin but you can call me Ben.”
“Hey how did you do that?” I inquired.
“I’ll tell you at the Mess Hall that’s where we eat by the way.”
When we sat down at the Mess Hall I took in my surroundings. There were twelve round tables scattered all over the room with six chairs at each one. There were dark blue table clothes on the tables. Apparently there were not enough tables so every couple feet there were people sitting on the ground. At the food bar they were serving something that looked like pizza.
“Do they have any good food here?”
“No not really,” he replied. “Tonight they have pizza.”
“How could anyone make bad pizza?” I chuckled.
“Just wait until you see,” said Robert.
When I got my food I looked down and saw burnt crust, unmelted cheese and anchovies on the pizza.
“Yuck!” I said pushing my food away.
“I would eat it if I were you it’s the best food they have here.”
“Oh Robert,” I said, examining my pizza.
“What sup?” he asked.
“Will you tell me what happened to Martin?”
“Oh well you must know that at the beginning of the year we all get spy goodie bags.”
“Goodie bags?” I asked.
“Yeah so they have cheap weapons and I got a Taser. So I zapped Martin and well it only works for a few minutes but good for you I was there,” he said. “Never ever listen to Martin no matter what.”
“What did he even want you to do anyway?” Robert asked, chomping down on his pizza.
“He wanted me to do some computer hacking,” I replied.
“Of course,” Robert mumbled. “For what?”
“School work,” I said.
“I asked him if it was against the rules but he said no,” I explained to Robert.
“Well technically he’s right,” Robert said, taking a sip of water.
“You mean it’s not against the rules!” I exclaimed.
“Well, we’re training to be spy’s here. If you can hack into the computer properly to get a cheat sheet you can get an A plus.”
“So you are saying that I should have helped him hack the computer?” I asked.
“Oh no way,” Robert whispered, looking around. “If you don’t do it cleverly enough who knows what will happen to you.” He shivered.
“Well he said he would personally turn himself in,” I said, “He wouldn’t go back on his word would he?”
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