Keeping Up With Trisha (Episode One)


I arranged my stuff in my bag, then switched off the light and headed out of my office. I locked the door and headed for the elevator, I was lucky no one was in the elevator on the sixth floor because I really needed some time alone. It was an underground building so I punched ‘1’ on the pad, then shut my eyes as the elevator moved.

Work was quite stressful today though it has always been stressful coupled with going to school, it’s not so easy. The elevator beeped, then opened and I stepped out and headed for the exit. I got to the parking lot and had to show the security guard my ID as an agent before I was allowed to go in. I walked sluggishly to my car and dumped myself on the driver’s seat. Though I was too tired to drive, I managed to drive till I got home. I parked my car in the drive way and got down then I walked to the porch. With one ring of the door bell, the door was opened by the maid and I stepped in. “Welcome, ma’am,” she greeted and I gave a slight nod as response.

“Goodevening, dad,” I greeted as I sighted my dad sitting in the living room and going through his lap top.

My dad, Greg Anderson is also a CIA agent and I learnt that my mum was one before she died. “Welcome, princess,” my dad greeted beaming with smiles. “How are doing?”

“I’m so tired, dad.”

“It’s like that most times,” Dad said with a shrug.

“It’s like that all the time,” I corrected, then sat down beside him on the couch. “What are you doing?” I asked as I gazed at his system.

“Just hacking through some files in the district office.”

“George gave me an assignment,” I informed him.

“He already called to tell me.”

“Dad, don’t you think I’m too young for this? I’m just nineteen.”

“That doesn’t matter, Trisha, it’s not illegal.”

“I should be focusing on my studies.”

“This is gonna be your last mission, I promise.”

“You said that two years ago,” I sighed.

“This time, it’s real.”

“Whatever,” I sighed waving my hands in the air and my dad chuckled.

“I already enrolled you in the school you’ll begin tomorrow.”

“Don’t I even get to rest?”

“You have all night for that.”

“My life is a mess, dad. I keep changing schools and it affects my learning, I don’t even have friends.”

“You don’t need that, Trisha, friends leads to ends you don’t need an end now and you don’t need friends. Especially boys,” dad added.

“Seriously? I’m nineteen and I’ve never dated because of some silly agency.”

“There’ll be time for that.”

“When I’m an agent? There won’t be time. I’ll just end up marrying you.”

“You don’t need boys, princess,” dad said then pecked me on my hair and walked to his room with his laptop.

I sighed in frustration, then picked up my bag and staggered to my room. I dropped my bag carelessly then peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. After a long cold bath, I put on my pajamas and fell on my bed. I was dog tired, I dimmed the light of my bedside lamp then drifted into dreamland.


“Ahhhh,” I used a pillow to cover my ears but the annoying sound still continued. I stretched out my hand and picked whatever it was that was ringing because I had no idea what it was and smashed it on the wall that was when I realized that it was my alarm clock.

“Oh God!” I got up startled and stared at my broken alarm clock. “Dad is gonna kill me!” I sighed then ruffled my hair and laid back on the bed.

“Trisha!” Dad yelled through the landline and I jerked wide awake. “You better be down here in a jiffy,” he ordered and I rushed to shower.

I’ll have to break that damn landline oneday.

I took a quick shower and ran into my closet to pick out an outfit. I picked a sweet pair of denim jeans and violet flouncy midriff top. I didn’t bother making up because I don’t really do that.

“Trisha,” Dad called again through the land line. I quickly wore a pair of teal wedge sandals, picked up my bag and that was when I glanced at the wall clock. “Oh my gosh! 8:45 on my first day of school,” I almost screamed as I dashed out of my room and took long strides down the stairs.

“You’re always late,” Dad seethed in anger.

Does he ever remember that I come back from the office by 10? “Sorry dad, Good morning dad,” I said at once but he did reply, he just glared at me and walked out. I shrugged, then ran out of the house and drove off in my car.

I drove into the school’s parking lot and parked my car, then I walked out. I was so late and I had to report at the principal’s office first. I turned to my right, and that was when I remembered I didn’t know the way to his office. I turned left, then right, then left again. I was so confused. I heard the bells ringing and I ran out of the parking lot and bumped into someone and his books fell.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologised.

“Hey! You’re so blind, go get glasses,” he half yelled.

“I already apologised.”

“Save your apologies,” he said.

I rolled my eyes skyward. “I’ll just…”

“Don’t touch my books,” he slapped off my hands.

“I just wanna help.”

“Your hands are infected,” he said in disgust.


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