I Think My Dad Is a Spy. Sognia Vassallo

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      “You know I actually do. Just think, that could have been me stuck with wedgie-boy,” she said shamelessly. I couldn’t believe Janice’s rudeness sometimes.

      “Okay look, I promise I will make it up to Theo, but I really need to talk to you about your dad and this weird situation you’re in Soph. I think it’s pretty serious,” Janice insisted.

      “Well you’re wasting your time Janice because I can tell you he’s not a spy, it’s just so ridicul…” but Janice cut me off.

      “Ridiculous I hear you say! Far-fetched! Sophie, we see way wackier stuff on the internet these days,” she reminded me.

      I hate to admit it but Janice was right—there’s a whole big wacky world out there where anything is possible.

      Janice would make a great a lawyer someday, I thought. We then spent most of the lesson arguing back and forth about why my father could or couldn’t possibly be a spy, but it was useless arguing with her because Janice made a lot of good points.

      Suddenly our debate was interrupted by an ear-wrenching popping noise…

      Pop! Pop!

      “Ahhhhh!” I screamed with fright. The whole class turned and sniggered at me. I was really getting tired of people laughing at me today.

      Looking around the room I quickly realised that everyone’s science experiments were in full swing—except ours.

      Pop! Pop! Pop!

      I looked over at the next table to see Diana and Luke’s Bunsen burner heating up a test tube full of clear liquid which had started to bubble all scientific-like. Diana handed Luke some really oversized tweezers and picked up what looked like a small silver stone which he carefully dropped into the bubbling test tube. Diana quickly slapped on her earmuffs but Luke had barely enough time to get his on when their experiment made the loudest pop.

      The whole class began cheering and clapping, but all I could hear was a rrrrringing in my ears.

      Mr Griggs had already started walking around the room to mark our experiments. When he arrived at our table I was busy poking my fingers into my ears and trying to yawn, in the hope I would be able to hear again soon. Janice hadn’t even noticed him; she was too busy scribbling down a list of reasons why my dad was a spy.

      I was hoping Mr Griggs wouldn’t notice our unlit Bunsen burner, our empty test tube, the small vial of hydrochloric acid and the silver stone sitting neatly on the table, just as they had been when we came in. But it was obvious he did notice them because his eyes flitted furiously from the table, over to Janice and then back at me still with my finger lodged deep into my ear.

      He mumbled angrily to himself something about “life being too short to teach teenagers” and then showed us the ‘F’ he had recorded next to our names for our lack of effort. Wow that sucked grapes, and I usually liked Science!

      After English with Mrs Crabapple, whose class I loved, it was recess time. Theo was still angry with Janice’s behaviour in Science, even though she’d already apologised a bazillion times. He could be so stubborn.

      Janice was soon bored with trying to smooth things over with Theo.

      “So what do you think about what we were talking about in Science and English, Soph?” Janice asked biting into a big red apple.

      I looked at her with confusion; I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was partially deaf for most of Science and all of English.

      But before I could answer, Janice shoved the list she had written into my lap.

      I began to read it grudgingly.

      1. Mysterious phone calls in the middle of the night.

      2. Talking in the pantry.

      3. A woman named Tiffany.

      4. New York City.

      Blah, blah, blah the list went on.

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