Hello! So this the first chapter to my Teen Spy story. Let me know how you like it! I had a bit of trouble categorizing it, because it's not like this is going to be an all out action story, but there's a bit of romance and thrilling stuff as well. Anyways, please review! I love feedback!

Chapter 1: The Body Farm

"Jaelyn, your cereal is turning mushy!"

I concentrate as I turn the screwdriver clockwise, tightening the screw in my newly assembled Morph-Pen. Ever since I was a toddler, I loved pulling apart pens and computers and all other appliances around the house. Now as a sixteen-year-old, I have perfected my previous skill and now am an expert at creating gadgets and gizmos. A wry smile spreads upon my face as I hold my invention in my palm. I like to think of myself as a teen-genius.

My invention looks like an ordinary ball-point pen, slim and sleek. But I specialized the pen so that the compressed metals and chemical ink, complete with a robot interface called Velma (she was always my favorite character of the Mystery Gang), can morph into other objects on command. Of course, the gadget can only expand to an object filling 64 inches of cubic space. It is a work in progress.

"Jae, get your butt out of your room and get ready for school!" Sheesh, my mom can totally be annoying sometimes.

I roll my eyes before answering, "I'm coming, Mom!"

As sweet and caring as my mother is, she is completely oblivious to the fact that I could care less about getting ready for school. It's not like I will be meeting any friends. I have friends of course, I'm not a complete loser, but a better word to describe them would be acquaintances. Outside of school, they never talk to me. Sure, I feel a little lonely at times, but I'm not going to care about people who don't reciprocate the traditional "friends stick together" kind of feeling. Also, it's not like I need to get to school early to study. I am a proud straight-A student.

Shoving the Morph-Pen in the back pocket of my jeans, I sling my backpack over my shoulder. Before leaving my bedroom, I push a small ordinary button by the light switches as I leave the room. Because my little brothers are so snoopy, I had to install a laser-security system. The last time they entered my room, they almost triggered an explosion with a small time-bomb I had been experimenting with. That could have been messy, but thank goodness I walked in as the timer had 10 seconds left. Just enough time to disarm it and give my brothers some spankings. I didn't actually give them spankings, but I was able to get them grounded for a couple weeks.

As I walk into the kitchen I grab my bowl of cereal off the counter and take my sweet time eating one piece at a time. Today's Friday, so my lack of love for school is enhanced by the fact that every other Friday our science class takes a field trip. Two weeks ago we went to a Body Farm to learn about human decomposition. Talk about gross. Another time we went to a museum featuring nothing but bugs, bugs, and more bugs. For some people that might be Heaven, but after leaving that place I kept feeling as though something was crawling up my spine, arms, and legs. It is definitely not the best feeling in the world. So, to sum it all up I am not thrilled about having to go on another stupid field trip. I wish I could just stay in my room and tinker around with my computer system.

My mom drives me to school, and I mumble a quick thanks before quickly exiting the car and walking to my science classroom. Bailey, April, Madison, and Rebecca are already in their seats and only April takes notice when I take a desk next to them.

"Hi Jaelyn! What's new with you?" Geez, why does she always have to sound so happy?

"Nothing much. It's Friday I guess." Translation: Kill me.

April smiles and pats my hand. "It'll be over before you know it. Who knows, maybe Mr. Hyde actually picked a good field trip today." I give her a look that says, "That'll happen when a monkey crawls out of my butt." Unfortunately she doesn't get that exact message, but she gets the point that I seriously doubt today's field trip will be any different than the previous ones.

The bell rings, and as if on cue, Mr. Hyde slides into the classroom and gives us the biggest grin I've ever seen. I seriously don't know how his mouth is still attached to his face, it's that big.

"Are you boys and girls in for a treat! You're going to love what I've picked out for us today! I know, I know, it's not exactly related to science, but my brain told me that it'd be a nice way to have some fun in the class. It was brought to my attention by Claire that perhaps we should take a break from science, especially since Heather threw up two weeks ago…the Body Farm wasn't exactly a good pick. I mean, seeing all those corpses just rotting there, who wants to see that!"

Heather, probably having a low tolerance for hearing the words Body Farm, corpses, and rotting in the same sentence, rushes up from her seat and barely makes it to the trash can in the front of the class when she emits barfing noises. Mr. Hyde, realizing what he's done, blushes and apologizes.

"Oops. Sorry Heather. That kind of just slipped out there. Here's a pass to the nurse." Heather just groans and walks out of the classroom with her head in the trash can and with another student holding her hair back.

I lean over to April and whisper, "At this rate we're going to be the only students left in this class. How long do you think until Tommy vomits?" She holds back a smile, and tucking a stray ash-brown lock of hair behind her ear, she sneaks a peak at Tommy. His knuckles are white as he holds on to his pencil, and his face is sheet white. Not very long I guess.

Mr. Hyde clears his throat and clasps his hands together. "Well then, I guess we'd better get going!"

We all grab our coats from our lockers (I'm already wearing mine, so I just follow April like the sheep that I am), and head outside to the school parking lot where the ugly yellow school bus awaits us. Inside the bus I'm forced to sit by myself because, who knew, Bailey grabs a seat next to Madison, and Rebecca insists that she sits with April. Shocker. I shrug it off though, because if someone sat next to me, I wouldn't be able to test my Morph-Pen.

Pulling it out of my pocket, I turn so my back is to the aisle and I'm facing the window to obscure any student's wandering gaze from my shape-shifting pen. Holding the pen flat on my outstretched palm, I whisper to Velma's database, "Camera." Before my eyes, the pen shifts and metal clicks against metal as it morphs into a fully-functioning camera. Though I have no idea how many megapixels it has. Oops.

"Can I have everyone's attention, please!" Mr. Hyde's voice cuts through my obsession with my gadget. I quickly slide it into my coat pocket and look at the front of the bus where Mr. Hyde is standing in the aisle, balancing by putting his hands on both seats beside him. Teachers always crack me up when they take that position at the front of the bus. They always go up there and say, "Take a seat! It's dangerous to be standing while the bus is in motion!" Clearly.

Mr. Hyde waits until everyone's voices quiet down. "I know you guys are super excited to find out where we're going," he pauses for effect, "So I won't take any more time in keeping it a secret." He looks more excited than I would feel if I got my hands on a government issued laptop that had controls to every single electronic appliance in the country. I would be pretty freakin' excited.

"We're going to a Spy Museum!"