White Spies

Chapter 1: The Nonsense ME

Hi! It's my first time to write an english story (sorry for some wrong grammars) and i hope you'll like it. :)) Kindly rate 1-10 please :)

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"This life is a go with a flow man, a messy one." I whisperd to myself while holding my favorite pen Dan bought for me.

My eyes rest a long time in front of my computer, enjoying the milk chocolate on my side, and a ball point on my right hand. The water in the flower vase keeps dancing that made my life worth living. Watching the movements of people in my screen made me entertain for a moment. As I move my attention away, a blur of a man stood at my door, I didn’t know him and not even recognized his face. In just a wink of eye, the figure of the man is gone. I always feel someone is watching over me, in light or darkness, in everything I do, someone knows what I am doing.

Putting my hands in my forehead, wondering the figure means, left my mind. Sam suddenly yelled my name and I woke up from my odd imaginary side. I immediately run downstairs to find out who’s my visitor. It was Ely. I’m eager to hear some fresh news from our secretly intervention of case in Dan’s hard to solve lawsuit. Sam forgot to bring with her the keys in our house’ doors when she’s going to the hospital, when I saw it at once, I took it and back to Ely’s news. 

In the middle of our conversation in the living room, sitting on the sofas, a man in the window, blue shirt with white coat is standing and watching on us while smiling and talking to his comrades at the side of the blue car. Ely seems to notice too what I’m looking for. We walked fast to the front door and saw no one. My day is getting confusing and weird. I should take a break. It’s freaking me out. Ely let me rest for the whole day while he went home and do his own stuffs.  

The school thing makes me more enjoyed as I found something.

As a normal student hanging with my friends and best friend, Ely, I will never expect my life to be an extra ordinary one. Ely always goes to my house to help me in my father’s investigating cases. I’m kind of addicted to investigating, my Dan Dad is a detective, I always come with him in my free time and my Sam mother is a doctor and she used to teach me first aid and other things related to her job that made me have a premonition that she wants me to be a doctor someday.

When I was nine years old, luckily, I already used one of the methods Sam taught me when my cousin got a cut from the knife she used in peeling the carrots for her rabbits. But sorry to say, when I bind her wound, the result is ridiculous; she wanted to call the police that made me done crazy idea, I took my cousin’s phone from her pocket and threw it without her knowing… In spite of the fortune I have in hands, ordinary playful teen I become.

I have lived my whole life trying to solve a case Dan holds. With the long-time experience, I learned pick pocketing, how to open a locked door and to go even in narrow places. And with that experience, I saw criminals run fast, killed themselves to escaped being imprison, police officers who have a poor mind for letting them go, and those innocent people with weak ability to carry and save themselves from immense power of affluent people and got involved and jailed for accusing without evidence. 

At six years of age, Sam allowed me to see people die from surgeries, from their diseases. She gives her best to save them but it’s their calling time from the up above. I saw a woman died delivering her child. I witnessed an old man cried for his life to make his heart beat again. And the worst of all, I observed and witnessed a young man died fighting for his cancer, that child is one of the people who have insufficient money for their operations and just let their lives end because of poverty. Those things made me strong in life, to stand on my own feet, and to persuade helping the needy.

Never undersized my ability, no one ever knew the real me. Just two months ago, I hit Jack Sparklow in his face ---the weirdo and hard trying student--- when he tried to try to me his new invention for science fair. My parents have been called many times of the school principal because of bunch of kids I punched, I don’t want people always look for everything I does. High school sucks, plain and horrible, but it's easier when people think you're bad. They don't mess with you.

And this is me. It turns out that an adventure is waiting for me.

Today at school, I noticed Dina Revido’s different activity; “Dark Dina” walked on to her locker and put something that I know some kind of briefcase. I want to know what is inside of that. So, I followed her. After she sheltered her locker, I opened it using a wire. And I found out how illegal a baggage full of dollars she’s working on. At the back of the school, I found Dina with some bunch of addicts who uses drugs.

I carried the money and brought it to my house. Sam and Dan are at work and I found Ely carrying his laptop in the living room.

“What’s that again?” Ely asked me with big eyes open.

“Shut up. It’s Dina’s money; she’s using it to buy drugs.”

“Okay, why did you bring it here? It’s trouble.”

“Are you with me? Come on.” I beat him with a kick on his leg and asked him to come with me.

We walked to the police station and I hid in the ceiling while Ely’s watching if anyone’s coming. No one noticed me when I placed the briefcase at the table of police officer with blond moustache while he’s talking on phone.

It’s hard to do that when you’re at the ceiling and just using a cloth put together in the briefcase slowly and surely not to make the officer see it.

Well, I left a note that says public school has poor security because I saw it myself. And it’s done, done for Dina. That Dina that I thought a full grown girl already.

 I know you’re thinking that I should just talk to the police, but it’s difficult when you hate talking to people, and hate being interviewed.

And my story begins here.