G.N Genova

Chapter 10

I awoke to the sound of my screaming over four times last night. Every minute I wait in suspense, gripping onto my blanket, but then realizing that it was just a dream. They were all dreams.

There are no tanks, G.N. Snap out of it!

Every nightmare would end with a loud tank roaring and coming upon me, and me trying to run and maneuver it, but it would always get to me and squish me like a pitiful cockroach.

When I got up and I was fully awake, I began writing my will.

I know it sounds crazy, "isn't she a little too young to write a will?". Well, if you think about it, if a spy like myself got killed on a dangerous mission, where would all of my possesions go? I need to divide them up equally, so that nobody could steal any of my belongings.

Dear beloved family {Dr. Gordon, Fletcher, Aristotle, and all of the other spies I am aqcuainted with},

As you can see by this will, I have died {no duh}. But don't panic-we live in a beautiful world {haha, get it? It's from, oh never mind}. Now, I must leave this Earth knowing that you will guard it and protect it. Now: ttime to divide everything: 

~ My Spy Gadgets: Dr. Gordon

You are the only one that I trust with these, and you should pass them on to another spy just as good as me. 

~ The boy's overcoat I borrowed: Fletcher

Here, you can have it back. I've been using it for awhile...

My thought is interrupted when Dr. Moskowitz raps on my door three times. I shove the peice of paper under my pillow and the door opens with a soft creak.

"Joanne?" He asks when he walks into my room.

I look up from my hands, "Yes, dad?"

"I was thinking about the tank last night..."

Did he know? Is my identity ruined? I glance around the room to find any escape. Crap, the window is two stories high and sealed shut. My only option is to sprint out of my bedroom door.

"I have come up with a decision, and it's very important that you go through with this, or else it jeopordizes my whole career." Dr. Moskowitz lowers his eyes.

My heart slams against my chest, and a giant lump rises to my throat, "Dad... I'm—"

"I want you to kill G.N Genova."

What?! Me? Killing MYSELF?! How does he not know? The way I cringe in every public place, the way I always scoot over when he sits near me, and especially the way I glance everywhere to find escape exits. I don't understand why I have to kill her-myself, but I guess this is better than Dr. Moskowitz murdering me with that wretched tank.

Or maybe I can fake my death.

A faux, that would be perfect... But how would I leave evidence? Ketchup for blood, and shattered glass? But, how would I leave behind a body...

If this plan goes as well as I think it does, there would be no worries about any surprise attacks, and I could actually live with Dr. Moskiwitz with him being a nice, caring, lovable father.

But, here would be the real question: what would happen to the real Joanne?

And, where is she now?