Agent X

Chapter 3

I stood at the front door, my dad walked over and fixed my shirt by buttoning the top button. I was wearing a blue polo with blue jeans. I had my backpack over my shoulder, which held all of my stuff for a couple of days. As my dad walked away my mom walked up to me and pushed me out of the way.

         “Son, don’t stand in the way of the front door,” she said as she opened the door, “Bye,” my mom said patting my dad on the shoulder, I walked out of the front door and down the steps, “I’ll be back in a day or two,” said my mom.

         My dad nodded, “Bye son,” he waved at me as I got to the sidewalk.

         I waved back, “Bye dad! Love you!” I stopped waving and then looked around to see if anyone saw that. I’m such a baby. I thought as I shook my head.

         My mom closed the door behind her, “Get in the car!” she yelled as she pointed to the car.

         I opened the back of the car and placed my bag down. I closed the door and walked to the passenger seat of the car. I opened the door and slid onto the seat. I looked ahead at the road and the rows of houses. There were cars lined up parked in front of their owner’s house. There was one big tree in front of every house. Everyone’s grass was a bright healthy green. Every house had hedges going along the walkway to the front of the house.

         My mom got in the car and looked at me, “Ready kido?”

         I looked at her and nodded.

         My mom put the key in the engine. My mom pushed the gas and we slowly started down the road. The houses were lined up next to each other. There was one giant tree in front of every house and bushes that lead along the walkway to the front door. The neighbor hood was so quiet and peaceful. No one was out side, everyone was in their homes watching TV. I lived in Tacoma Washington next to the waterfront, Ruston way, but right up the hill. We drove down the hill with the yelling of my mom. The person in front of us was slower then a slug mixed with a turtle, a slurtle.

         “Come on! My mother and grandmother could drive faster then you! BONEHEAD!” she yelled honking her horn.

         I sighed, that's my mom. I thought. We finally got on the freeway and then got pulled over by a police officer.

         “How can I help you officer?” my mom asked with one hand on the steering wheel and one with her elbow sticking out of the window. The officer was really tall; he had to bend over to see into the car. He was very muscular and quite handsome.

         “Ma’am,” the police officer said with a very strong Scottish accent, “Can I see your divers license?”

         My mom franticly looked through the car, “Damn drivers license,” she said, my mom then leaned over to me, “should we be run always?”

         “Mom!” I yelled, “no.”

         “Fine, your no fun,” said my mom making a pouty face. She reached next to me and opened the glove compartment and pulled out her driver’s license. “Here you go sir,” said my mom handing the officer the license. The officer looked at the divers license. He looked up in disgust.

         “Alright ma’am. Here’s a ticket for speeding,” he said as he opened his note pad and wrote. He ripped the page out and handed it to my mother. She handed it to me and she slowly zoomed pasted the officer and back on to the freeway. She handed me the ticket. I looked at it and written in green ink was,

Ticket for: Miss M

License plate #: IKIKASS

$100 fine for speeding 47 miles over