Geek Spy

Chapter 2 - The Email

      When I reach home, I take the mail and go inside.

"For mom, for dad, for mom, for mom, for dad, for Finn, nothing for me," I mumble as I finger through the mail.  I set them down on the dining room table, put down my backpack, and sprawl out on the couch.

"Mom? Dad? Finn? Anyone home?" I shout across the house. I hear her grunting and her paws slapping the wood floor.  My dog comes running from my room. Otherwise, no response.

"Hey, girl! How's it going?" I say to my pug, Lulu, as I scratch the back of her ears.  She hops on the couch and rolls over to her back.  I give her a big belly rub.  She loves it so much, that when she starts to fall asleep, she rolls off the couch.  Then she gets up, looking confused.  She looks at me with a what-just-happened look.  I laugh so hard every time.

    Besides Lulu, I'm home alone. Yay. I have no chores because it's Friday.  I get out my Chromebook and plug it in. Then I turn it on and check my email.

"Ugh, emails from them." I instantly trash the email from Ivan and his friends.  Otherwise, it's just teachers.  Just as I was about to go on a game, I spot an email from the headmaster of another school. It's not Lincoln Middle School's, but this one is called Bond's School for Elite Spies.  Huh? Is this another joke?   I think.  Maybe.  The headmaster's name is Professor Michael Westchester. The email says:

Dear Cassidy M. Callahan,

We have been observing you and think that you are an exceptional student.  For that, you have been accepted to Bond's School For Elite Spies. It is a great school for young students who are interested in a career early on.  But, since it is an amazing school with outstanding and experienced teachers, the tuition is $10,000. If you would like to attend, please notify us within 24 hours and just go to your regular school on Monday. This is a highly confidential school, so we will not be giving you any more information via email.  It is too risky.  - Headmaster Westchester

So it's not the boys. Their too dumb to know what exceptional or confidential means. On the other hand, a $10,000 tuition. Uh oh.  How will my parents ever agree to that?  Hint: they won't.  I want to attend, but the fee is too expensive.  I guess I just have to wait until my parents get home to hear their response.  I turn on the TV and switch to the teen channel.  I get comfy and watch.