Even the best thief in the world can't steal time.

Turns out, you can take the girl out of the spy school, but you can never take the spy school out of the girl.

Time, the greatest thief of all.

We're seniors." "I know," I said "So aren't you... curious?" "About what?" "About life. Out there. Life!" she said again. "Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" We'd reached another door, and I stopped and looked up at the camera that monitored the entrance, just as I whispered, "Alive.

You know,' I whispered, 'some girls might think it's creepy having a boy watch them sleep.' He smirked and pointed to himself. 'Spy.' 'Oh.' I nodded. 'Right. So you're a trained Peeping Tom.' 'Product of the best peeping academies in the country.' 'Well, now I feel much better.' 'You should.

Eventually, we all end up alone.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex