Day 524

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I wake up to a quite morning and my dad isn't to be found.
I shout "Dad!, Dad!" but there is no answer.
I get out of bed and make some tea then I sit by the fire just
thinking about what my dad's plan meant.
Why does he hate the CIA so much? And why do I have to help him destroy them?
I'm just 11 but my dad says he sees great potential in me.
I go outside to chop more wood for the fire and my dad returns. "Hey bud!" he said. I know I shouldn't of said this but... "Don't you dare call me bud! I've had it up to here with this nice play! What are you training me for and why me? And I think I'm ready! Give me a test or something! I'm sick of this lifestyle!" He sighs and doesn't reply.
Later that day he says, "I'm sorry that you have to live in this lifestyle, I know I'm a bad parent about that but what's done is done! Okay! Forgive me?"
"I'm going to bed!"
And then I wander within my dreams.

(Sorry that this is short but I promise to make the next chapter twice as long!)

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⏰ Last updated: May 30, 2015 ⏰

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