Academy of Fesponiage

0900 hours

September 25th

Ben POV

We were on the doorstep of the academy of Fesponiage, also known as the flamethrower academy.

First, the name was horrible, and I was starting to have second thoughts about this. Maybe Erica was right. This could be corrupted by SPYDER agents, which would lead to more chaos. And who knows what's going to happen here.  Spy school was terrible. I wouldn't want it to get worse.

What if this school was worse than a spy school? I thought to myself as we walked out of campus into a new building five feet away. It was part of a spy school but had different doors.

Instead of it drably painted and smelling, it was beautiful, with colorful paintings on the walls. The mess hall was even pleasant. And the chef was sweet and kind, while our chef was mean, and SUCKED at cooking.

We soon went to our dorms. And I was surprised. It was clean (Yeah, it was because it was new) and didn't smell. The beds were beautiful, with plush throw pillows in each room. My dorm was three times bigger than my old one, and I was getting excited.

Mike and Chip were excited too. When they saw their rooms, they were shocked and happy. I was pleased also.

But wait, I thought SPYDER or SHARK could have had set a trap on us. But I shook that thought away. It wasn't going to happen. The CIA offered this.

I soon checked the schedule. We were supposed to do a self-preservation class. But since we had just came here, we got a free day, save for the mess hall.

I lay down on my bed and wished Erica was here. Then I thought back to her sentence: Be careful.

Be careful of what?

We soon went to the mess hall for lunch, and the chef served us hamburgers. They weren't the soggy type where you almost throw up; they're the good ones. I went to a table with Mike and Chip, who were having some good time. Then, this kid came to our table.

"Hi, Im Dillian, from spy school. Can I sit here?" "Sure," I said. He then sat next to me, and we started to talk about spy school, like we were friends already.

Dillian was a 4th year like me too. He was especially good at fighting. I still had to watch out. This kid might be a double agent from any organization.

"Hey, I heard of you. You're the smoke screen everybody talking about," Dillian said. "Well yeah, it's me."

Dillian gave me a fist bump. "Nice to meet you; I wondered who the principal of this place is anyway."

"I don't know either," I said. 
Dillian then passed a note at me.

I unfolded it and read it.

I found a secret place in this school, come at 0200 hours am to see it, meet me in my dorm.

First, I was sure he was a double agent for SPYDER, so I said the dumbest thing: "Are you a double agent?"

He laughed. "What do you mean? Im your friend."

I stared at him suspiciously. I looked in his eyes. No sweat beads were forming or no panic. He wasn't a double agent, like Murray was.

"Ok then, meet you there," I said. Dillian seemed average, but I had to be careful. He might be normal, but you can't trust anyone.

Later, I got bored. The principal was Mr. Flin, and he was the opposite of our idiot. He was a professional spy who defeated multiple agents at once.

He said we could visit our old spy school when we were at free time. There was a secret passage leading to spy school, which will be blocked at night.

Me, Mike, and Chip decided to meet our old friends back in our old spy school. So we went through the passage. It went through a tunnel to the mess hall of spy school, the original one.

Everybody minded their own business. I saw Erica eating a salad while reading a book.

Zoe came to greet us. "So, how's the flamethrower program going?"
"Great, the dorms are three times bigger than this one, and the chef is a professional"

Some people glared at us.

Zoe seemed jealous. "You guys are lucky. I only have ice queen around these days.

Erica's ears perked up. She seemed to be offended. "gladly, I made some friends with the other emotional girls," Zoe said.

"Wow," Chip said. "Nice, wheres Jawa?" "he's over there, and Greg and the others over there."

We soon went to Jawa. "Hey, how's the program going?" Jawa said. He seemed jealous of us, so I didn't want to explain how spy school 2.0 worked.

Some people were still glaring at me in rage. They wanted to go to the program. I think someone even threw a piece of garbage at me.

"It's good," was all we said. Jawa was already depressed; I wouldn't want him to get more depressed if that was the case.

"We just came by to see you. are you ok?"

"Just jealous," Jawa replied. He made it in a teasing way but had some sadness.

"It's ok, man; maybe we'll invite you," Mike replied.

I went to see Erica. She was still reading her book. "Hi Erica, how's it going" She looked mad and then punched me in the face.

"what—" I didn't get to finish the sentence. She judo flipped me and then kicked me. I had a bloody nose.

"Get out," She said, raging. Everybody cheered.

"What are you doing?" I said. "You betrayed us" More cheers rippled through the crowd. "What?" Soon people were throwing food at us.

We ran away. Zoe tried to stop the mess, but it was just too much. I got a towel and covered it on my nose, and then I ran to the other spy school.

Why would they attack like that? I thought. It was apparent, they were jealous, but why attack?

We went through the passage, and people were staring at us. I looked at myself, covered with meatballs and pasta.

"Someone on the other side attacked us," Mike said. "Then we will get revenge! Flapper said. It was an unusual name, but hey, don't judge people.

"Yeah! revenge!" Another kid said. Then the students started to chant: "REVENGE! REVENGE!"

The spy school 2.0 kids were going berserk.

I stared back at the real spy school. We were going for a fun ride.

"We will attack tomorrow and protest!" Dillian yelled. This wasn't good. We were going to fight each other, the beginning of Spy school civil war had started.