The makings of a spy:White Lie

"Well, maybe if you didn't get us in this position in the first place, then maybe I wouldn't have needed to!" He shouted, absolutely fuming as he hit the bars "Then we wouldn't be in here!"

I looked around the small, countryside station. The wooden brown floor and walls shined dimly in the late afternoon sun, that shone through the small window. It was quite humid despite the cool breeze drifting in and it left us sweating in our cell. The place, unfortunately, smelt like off-date cheese and if it wasn't for the slightly opened window across from us, we probably would've died; from the heat or smell first was a question I didn't want to be answered.

The door next to us opened with a creak, snapping me out of my thoughts and a short, plumpy man dressed in a police uniform, that was obviously too tight for him, stood in the doorway.

"Alright," he said in a gruff voice " Your parents are here and officer Matthews has decided not to place any chargers, so you're off the hook. But I better not catch you here again." He concluded glaring at us. He left the door ajar and returned to his small, wooden desk as we hurriedly left the room.

Outside the station stood our parents and by the looks of it, they hadn't noticed us yet. Jacob turned to me, his short, curly brown hair lazily flopping over his face and his bright forest green eyes, eyes that were normally so bright, now filled with worry. "Cy," He started, his eyes casting downwards as he tried to figure out what to say next. I grabbed his hand firmly in mine and give him a tight smile. I knew his parents, they were strict and he'd no doubt be in trouble and what made it worse was that I knew it was my fault. He didn't need to get involved but he chose to, to help me. "Don't worry, I'll explain to them how this was all my fault and I'll take all the blame, it'll be fine," I told him more confident than I felt. He looked at me questioningly but I just shook my head. Hand in hand we walked over to our parents.

Their reaction was unexpected, to say the least. We had braced ourselves for an onslaught of criticism and lectures but instead, we were met with tear-stained faces and hugs and kisses. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob visibly relax in relief and I couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately, soon after we were met with the scolding we had anticipated. I guess it only made sense though, we had been arrested. Luckily, they were more relieved that we were okay and the lectures didn't last long...since they had already decided our punishment. 2 months. Two whole months without any human interaction minus school. No social media, no hanging out with friends, no phone or laptop except for homework. My mother had delivered the news to us with such a cruel smile whilst laughing. She was gonna enjoy our suffering. "At least we still have the t.v" I sighed. Jacob gave me a sad smile and my heart clenched. " Yeah," he replied, " I guess it could be worse."

*10 years later*

"Huff, Dammit, can't believe I slept in this late!" I complained to no one in particular. I just couldn't believe I had slept in on one of the most important days of my life. If it hadn't been for Jacob then I probably wouldn't have woken up at all. I made a mental note to thank Jacob with his favourite chocolates later as I carried on running towards the building that would determine my future.

I tried to straighten myself up as I reached the building's stairs. I already looked pretty rough since I had to rush and the fact that I had to leg it in what had to be the windiest weather this whole year, meant I looked like a wreak. All things considered, at least I looked somewhat presentable and I also somehow managed to make it one time. Once again I mentally sent thank yous to Jacob. I could feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest, like a monster trying to escape a cage, it was relentless. My throat was dry and my palms clammy but I had to do this. I took a deep breath, said my prayers and entered Nova Amore's headquarters.

I looked around the modern building. The walls were made of tinted glass of all colours, so when the sunlight fluttered through it formed a stunning rainbow on the ground. Everyone as far as I could see was dressed in sleek, stylish outfits. I subconsciously looked down at my outfit; I had put in the fanciest outfit I owned: A mid-length, black pencil skirt, with a short, flowing blue blouse, accompanied with black flats and a black blazer. I had decided to put my hair into extensions instead of leaving it natural but had still left its natural black colour. Due to lack of time I had just put it up in a somewhat stylish bun, but it still looked pretty professional ... is what I had thought until I saw everyone else.

I could steadily feel my heartbeat increasing as I continued to scan my surroundings. Breathe, breathe, breathe. The words my mother would whisper to me every time I had an anxiety attack, popped into my head and helped to calm down, just a little.

I immediately found three things I could touch, three things I could smell, two things I could hear and two things I would be able to taste; a grounding technique I had learned years ago. Once I felt like I could breathe again, I started towards the main desk.

"Hello there," The smiling receptionist said. She wore rectangular, red-rimmed glasses that rested loosely at the tip of her nose. Her curly, blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that left her facial features exposed. "How may I help you today?" She beamed and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I have an appointment, with Mr Serverus, My name is Cyra Mckellen." I replied. "Ah yes, please fill out this form and wait over there," She pointed in the direction of some marron coloured couches and clear coffee tables "And Mr Serverus will be with you shortly." She concluded with another bright smile. "Thank you," I said, returning the smile and walked over to the couches to wait for the longest half hour of my life.