Hello! You may know me from the author who wrote Spy School: Clash of Spies but I am showing you my first ever fan fiction written in September of 2018! I was hesitant to post it here (It was and still is on Fan Fiction) because it's a bit poorly written but I'm trying to edit grammar mistakes but the writing will still be there. Thank you anyway for reading this! Please enjoy!

I groaned and rolled over. Eight forty five. I overslept. Again. For the fifth time this year. It's the fifth day of my third year at Spy School. My name is Benjamin Ripley and I'm a spy. You may be thinking, 'Wow! It must be so cool to be a spy!' but it's not. Most of the time, people are trying to kill you. Which doesn't make for a very relaxing afternoon. I go to a school for up-and-coming spies, which isn't as glamorous as it seems. I mean, yes, it's cool to go to this school, but honestly, it sucks. It has everything a normal sucky boarding school does, but not the nice private ones. Oh no. It's the one your parents make you go to because you ended with all F's this year. So you can see why I'm not too energetic to go to wake up. But it's not just a horrible school that makes me not want to get out of bed.

After fifteen minutes of debating whether I should actually get up, I yanked myself up and groggily got dressed. I stumbled to my first class, which is the History of Espionage. It's an okay class and I have a lot of friends in it. My professor, Professor Gone, was a nice enough guy who actually knew about his subject he was teaching, which was an improvement. My Intro to Bomb Defusing teacher, Mr. Parrington, never once went out in the field, so he doesn't speak from much experience.

"Mr. Ripley!" Professor Gone exclaimed sharply, "You're late again. Do you want to explain yourself?"

"No sir. Sorry sir." I said as I took my seat at the back of the class. My friend, Zoe, learned across the aisle and whispered to me,

"Slept in again?" I nodded, "Still sulking about Erica?" I gave a little blush and nodded. Zoe was referring to Erica Hale. The most beautiful, intelligent and dangerous person I've ever met. She is a spy-in-training too, but her family dates back to Nathan Hale himself. She the best spy in the intuition, by far. She is also the most beautiful person I've ever met. She has dark, wavy raven hair, full lips and piercingly blue eyes. Damn. I have the biggest crush on her. But recently, Erica got selected for one of the most dangerous missions in this decade, to infiltrate a dangerous terrorist group, SPYDER. She had been studying for this mission for weeks in advance and she was selected because an adult would be easily sniffed out.

SPYDER is an evil group who is a gold-digger, and causes major terrorist attacks for money. A year ago, I blew up their headquarters when I was undercover there for a mission. I've been on a few missions to stop their evil ways and stopped them ever since, but Erica was selected because she is way more competent in the field then I am. Everytime I thwarted SPYDER, Erica was there to help me. I miss her so much (even though when she's here she never talks to me) but I like to know that she's here. Some fellow students, however, didn't know she was gone until two weeks after she left. Anyway, I have been sulking for the last few weeks she's been gone.

"I bet she'll be back soon and had already sniffed out all of SPYDER's major leaders." Zoe gave a small smile and returned to her work. I appreciated Zoe trying to cheer me up, but it was not really working. I only half paid attention in class, but when the principal goes on the loudspeaker and says,

"Ben Ripley, please report to my office immediately," I got cold sweat. Not because the principal has summoned me (this was an often occurrence), but the way he said it. He normally says it with complete disdain (I blew up his once office. Whoops.) but this time he sounded shook and frightened. I've never heard the principal sound like this. Professor Gone sent me away and I went to his office.

The first thing I noticed when I got to the principal's office is that both Cyrus Hale and Alexander Hale were there. Cyrus was Erica's grandfather and one of the best spies in this decade. Alexander was Erica's father and one of the least competent spies in this decade (maybe the whole history of the CIA). Since Cyrus and Alexander were polar opposites of each other, they have a rough father-son relationship. But today, both of their normal cool, confident personalities were overtaken by a look of fear, worry and sadness. I knew it wasn't going to be a good meeting.

"What's going on?" I said, my voice wavering. Cyrus ran a hand through his gray hair and in this instant, I can finally see his old age. Usually, he acts as young and agile as someone mid-aged, not a grandpa going on eighty. Something big must be going on and I had a hint of what it is.

"Erica's missing." Cyrus says in a depressed tone.

As you can see, it is not my best work but I did really want to share this with Wattpad. I already wrote it so I'll probably post the next chapter within the next day or so. The whole thing is on Fan Fiction if you want to read it there. Thanks for reading! :)