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"I'm not sure if you got the memo, buddy. But I don't work for you anymore. I do rogue missions, and occasionally help the government under my parents nose's. I don't have the tie of day anymore to travel around the world and all that. Wish I did, but I don't. Simple things around here are all I have time for is smaller missions around here and information gathering." Gracie leaned back in her chair and shook her head. "We shouldn't even be talking about this here. Wait till ... after school or something." Gracie clicked the pen in her hand rapidly as she waited for the school day to end. There were still hours to go. "Ugh," she sunk down into her chair and rolled her eyes. The teacher had been explaining Empirical Formulas forever now, and Gracie had already shown that she knew what she is doing. She glance at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. Only a few more minutes.

What class do you have next, she jotted down on a piece of paper and slid it over to Tyler. The teacher may have been good at catching people passing notes, but Gracie knew it was nearly impossible for her to catch her in the act. She had been trained in getting information to one point and not be noticed. Gracie quickly looked at her scheduale and saw that she had ... Algebra 2?!? Are they trying to kill me? I took this class when I was 11! Ugh, she thought. "This really sucks ... it really sucks .... I'm going to ask for a scheduale change. They could have at least given her AP Calculus or something more fitting.