Writer's Circle discussion

The full title is "I survived becoming a CIA agent it Training"


I grumbled as I sat in a chair, or more like *Duck-taped* in the chair. Now before I say anymore, let's rewind and play from the beginning of my crazy story so you know why I am taped into a chair.
I was 13 years old, and I was walking downtown at 6:00 A.M. Some stranger dressed in a jogging outfit jogged up to me. Not even glancing at me, he handed me an envelope. Then, he kept jogging, and I watched until I couldn't see him anymore.
I sat down on a bench near the local Dollar General and opened the sealed envelope with my pocketknife. Inside was a typed letter, so I began to read it:
"Casey Henry, you are chosen to be part of the CIA agent academy. To join, you must survive this case. The only help I will give you is a tip. (Both money and advice.) Figure out the kids you will be working with. There are four other selected kids. The case is about one of the ex-government agents who is auctioning off government secrets to the highest bidder. His name is Jason Waldon, and he is currently on the run. Catch him before he catches you. I've enclosed $2,000 on the back of this letter, and it is there to help buy you some CIA gear. (Recording devices, etc.)
Sincerely, T.M."

I gaped at the letter, startled. I pulled off the 2,000 dollars from the back of the letter. I pondered things a while before coming up with a plan. My friend might have got a letter, too... In school the next day, I slipped a piece of paper in his locker. "CIA agent academy?" I wrote on it. After sleeping through my Pre-algebra class, I went to my locker to grab my history books. As I opened my locker, a slip of paper fell onto the floor. "I kind of figured you would have one too," it read. Smiling, I made my way to history class. I took my seat, and Izaac slid into the seat next to me. "Open your books to page 74 and study the Declaration of Independence. Those of you who want to fail the test on Tuesday, please do something else," Mr. Ryan recited. Izaac and I whispered over our books. "I have a plan to figure out the other three people. We'll slip piece of paper into everyone's locker asking about things. We'll tell them to meet us after school," I hissed, trying to be quiet. "Good idea, I like it," Izaac replied.
Mr. Ryan exaggeratedly cleared his throat. "Mr.Sawyer and Mr.Henry, do you have anything to tell the class," he asked, raising one eyebrow. (I really wanted to slap Mr.Ryan at that point. I hate people who can raise one eyebrow. I practiced trying to do that for an hour... and what did I get? A sore eyebrow and lots of humiliation.) "I just wanted to say that I got an A+ on my algebra test," Izaac replied smoothly. The class snickered at his sarcastic reply.
After a long time of staring at the ceiling, the bell rang. I waited for Izaac, and we walked down the hall. "This is just so confusing," he said, and I nodded.