Some people don't understand this, but the funny thing about amnesia is that you don't really forget everything. For example, I remember how to assemble any type of gun in a minute flat. I remember how to speak a dozen different languages without thinking. I remember how to look at someone and come up with a dossier on him based purely on his behavior. The thing is, I don't remember why I can. In fact, I don't remember anything about my life up to six months ago, when I woke up in a hospital room. They tell me I'm CIA, which at least explains all the stuff I know how to do. But I don't remember how the real world acts, so I'm thrown totally out of my depth when I join my best friend Sam for an undercover assignment at a preppy high school for rich kids. Throw in some sketchy teachers, exhilarating car chases, and mysterious stalkers, all while I'm supposed to be worrying about a calculus test like everyone else.If being a spy were a class, I'd ace it. But acting normal? I'm screwed.