This is not the room I went to sleep in. This room is way cleaner. There is in Harry to wake me up (man that kid is messy) and I have some hideous clothes at the foot of my bed. Boots. Urgh! Olive trousers. Urgh! Orange T-shirt. That colour dose not go. But I don't want to get up. Wait. Something doesn't feel right. I lift up my covers. That's right I'm naked. Some person must have undressed me and lifted me into this bed. I hope it was a man. What am I saying?

"Hello there Kyle." A voice from the corner says. I snap around and look at the motherly face of a woman. "I'm Julia."

"Hey" I whisper back shocked that she knew my name. "Er, where am I?"

Julia smiled at me. "I think we should let Mac explain that."

***

I stepped into an old fashioned Study. And there sitting by the fire is an old but muscular man most likely in his late fifties. "Hello Kyle" The Man said with a massive smile on his face. "I'm Mac."

"Excuse me?" I said realising I could probably wind this Man up. "Do you approach all you new recruits like this or is it just the young ones like me?" That put a shocked expression on Macs face.

"Jennifer was right" Mac said to Julia.

I recognised that name. "Do you mean Jennifer from Nebraska house?" I asked

"Yes I do." Mac replied. "She said you would be perfect for CHERUB. You're physically fit. You seem to excel in all aspects of your education. You talk and act way above your age. And you can deduce scenes with ease."

OK, I think what he's saying that this organisation is called CHERUB. It finds things out from people so slightly like a spy. I'm a child. It's so obvious. It's an organisation where children become spies.

"Well" Mac said. "Before you whether you would like to become a spy for

British intelligence because at Cher-

"It's basically a school for spies. I get it." I finished Macs sentence and smirked at his gobsmacked expression. "And I do want to join. Just let me share a room with someone with a sense of hygiene."