Hello! My name is Tera Smithson. I am an ordinary 21-year-old woman who happens to work for an international intelligence-gathering organization--in other words, I'm a spy. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am about five and a half feet tall. I have black hair and dark green eyes that seem to crackle when I'm angry. And believe me- you wouldn't like me angry. Like I said, I'm a spy. Now, I want you to forget everything you know about spies. I'm not like that. For example, most spies carry weapons, such as guns. I don't believe in weapons. Weapons can be turned against you, which is always a bad thing, especially in my profession. And I am very good at what I do. I have had straight A's since kindergarten. I graduated from high school two years early. As soon as I graduated, I began sending applications to colleges. They all turned me away because of my age. Finally, I sent an application to a college I found online. I honestly didn't think I'd get in, but several weeks later I got an acceptance letter in the mail. When I arrived, I found out the college I was attending was a school run by "an intelligence agency." If they thought I was good enough, I would have the oppurtunity to live out a childhood dream- what kid doesn't want to be a spy? I decided to stay. They warned me that the classes would be more intense than anything I had ever taken before, and they were right. However, I thrive on challenge. My grades were the highest at the school. I learned how to speak a dozen languages-fluently, too. I learned how to hack into almost any computer system. I learned to code and decode messages, and how to break an unfamiliar code. I learned to fight-not to attack, to defend myself in any situation. Spies try to avoid confrontation. My job is to get in, get what I need, and get out without being noticed. I also learned how to keep my mouth shut. For your average Joe Schmoe, gossipping might be no big deal. For a spy, gossip can be deadly. You might stick your nose where it doesn't belong, but you don't mention it. To anyone. Ever. I learned how to change my appearance. Simply pulling long hair back in a ponytail or putting on a jacket can work wonders. Glasses, makeup, even shoes are helpful too. I learned to change my voice without making it sound unnatural. I taught myself to hide things on my person- a very helpful skill, although not one of my courses.
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