2 Years, 2 hours.
People say I'm an over achiever, you can say that. I was eight when I graduated high school and ten when I finished eight years of college, (it usually takes people eight years.) Ever since, I have been part of the F.B.I; I know things even the President doesn't know. My name is Paris; yeah, I know, yes I'm named after Paris Hilton, which is because my parents were the big athlete and super model type in high school and big fans of Paris.
I'm only fifteen but I'm head of the science part of the F.B.I. Although I'm a secretive person, I have learned things that I wouldn't tell a soul. I have made a machine I like to call 'Ticking Bomb" because it can discover a tsunami, earthquake, a tornado or hurricane years before it happens. It can locate where it will happen, too, so it can be evacuated and have a huge notice. Although the F.B.I doesn't know that the ticking bomb discovers disasters years ahead, they only know the ticking bomb can a couple weeks ahead. Also they don't know that it can also discover meteors that will hit earth.
Another thing that the F.B.I doesn't know is that I have made this drink that will make you immortal. You don't need to eat or breathe ever, but you have to drink saltwater to stay alive.
You may think that I may live with my parents, but I have a house of my own. It's not big or grand, just a small duplex. Although I'm thinking to get a bigger house, because it's cluttered with files.
On my way to work, I have a chauffeur because I don't have my license; I have a feeling that something is wrong. The sky is quite gloomy, today and the flowers passing by my window are tilted down, like they are sad.
As I walk into the laboratory building I can smell sulfur, and it reminds me of the past years I have been here. I go into my office, where the 'ticking bomb', is and I notice a note, a series of numbers that I can only read, coming out of it: 12-7-500000 it says, meaning that on December 7 in two years there will be a meteor. I feel my stomach swishing inside me and even though I've only eaten some toast this morning, I run to the bathroom and barf a little. The thing that scares me is that there are no coordinates in the numbers, and there is ALWAYS coordinates. I fear that this means that it will destroy the earth, but what do I know? I'm not a genius scientist...OH WAIT...I AM!
I walk back to my office and sit down in my chair. The head of the F.B.I. walks into my office, Joe, "Paris, I think you need a break. You will be put into the local school for a month, to make some friends because you don't really have any." I was about to protest, but then I closed my mouth. I really don't have friends unless you call my 'caretaker', she comes by once a week to kind of pick up my house and sees how I am doing, a friend. "You start tomorrow, so I'm having your chauffeur to take you to the mall to get some school clothes, because fifteen year olds don't wear suits to school."
1 year, 364 days, 16 hours.
I'm dropped off at the mall to explore with a big pocket of cash; it's good that I was trained for self-defense because it's a huge chunk of money. The teens that are in the mall give me weird looks because I'm still in my work clothes, but I look at the clothes they are wearing and the bags they carry to get an idea on what to wear tomorrow and to buy today.
They mostly are wearing shorts and T's with stupid sayings on them or logos like the Hunger Games or One Direction, whatever those things are. I walk into a store called DELiA's and all I see is those One Direction guys and a lot of Union Jack covered clothing. I'm about to walk out when I see an Albert Einstein t-shirt and I grab it off the rack and run to the dressing room. I spend two hours at the mall, getting bored, not finding much I like but getting things I've seen girls wear around the mall.
As I get home, I climb right into bed thinking about tomorrow. I mean, I want friends, but school, BORING, I will know everything that will come out of the teachers' mouths.
