Matthew's POV
I was the highest level you could possibly classify, idiot.
I literally had one job.
And it wasn't even a difficult one when you think about it!
And yet somehow I managed to screw it up. Even I had no idea how I did it. I was such a hopeless case.
I searched everywhere in my room, and when I mean everywhere, I mean everywhere.
Jane appeared in my doorway with a raised eyebrow at my actions and I couldn't blame her. My room was a wreck and my head was under my bead.
"Looking for something?" She asked.
I knew that tone all too well.
She only ever used that tone when she knew something that I didn't and wanted something.
"Jane Emery Havings. Why the hell did you steal my box from under my bed?" I demanded.
She smirked. "Easy. I want to know what you're up to. What's in it that's so important anyway?"
"None of your business. Now give it back or I tell mom." I commanded.
"Go ahead. I'm sure mom would also love to know why you keep a locked box under your bed. Wonder what's in it?" She teased.
She was playing me. The 14-year old little girl was playing me. Or at least trying. But being older brother, I knew how to play better.
"Maybe I will. In fact, while I'm telling mom about you stealing from me, I'm sure I can tell her all about this little crush you've got too."
She gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Try me." I smirked.
Her face turned red with anger and embarrassment of being out-played. "Fine. I'll give you back your stupid box. Don't tell mom anything."
I grinned in success. "Deal."
She ran into her room and came back with the box and shoved it in my hands. "What's so important about it anyway?"
"It's a friends." I muttered. She gave me a doubtful look. "It is." I insisted.
I needed a better spot for it. That much was obvious. I looked around my room. There wasn't exactly a lockdown room for it.
My eyes caught sight of the closet. I walked inside and saw that there was a loose board on the wall. I tugged it back and there laid a secret shelf.
I smirked. My great-grandmother always was the best person at hiding things. Once, she hid my skateboard for a week because I wouldn't play dolls with Jane.
She may have been old, but that lady was still kicking at her old age. I placed the box in the wall and closed the board back in its place.
I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs for another day in hel-I mean school. Before I could make it out the front door, my mom stopped me. "Matthew!" She called me back, gaining my attention. "You were invited to go to Europe with the school?"
I was kind of in a rush. I didn't want to be late. "Yeah mom. Mrs. Davis gave it to me yesterday, I haven't really looked at it yet, why?"
"Because this looks like a great learning experience for you!" She squealed. "Oh! I've always want to see Europe! It sounds like such a great opportunity for you and will look good on college applications! And i-"
"Sounds good mom, but I've gotta get to school. See you!" I yelled, walking off to the car.
My dad laughed. "I've taught you well son." I was probably around the age of 10 when he told me that when mom started ranting to just leave the room, and let me tell you, it saved me many times. More than I can count.
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The Secret Keepers
Teen FictionEveryone's got a secret. Whether it's big or small or not even theirs, they've got one. One day. And not some day that is special to anyone, but just one day. A secret organization was formed. They called themselves: The Secret Keepers. No one knew...