The three of us walked down the halls, they were quiet, and uncomfortable. I searched for Chanler's hand, and gripped it tightly. We were five feet from the door, and I felt like I was sick. We stood there for a few moments, as if we were waiting for it to do something, and it to us. My feet began to move, but I didn't want them to and the door seemed to move closer to us. We finally got to the light brown piece of wood; I gripped the shiny brass handle and pushed down on it. In the three seconds it took me to open the door, I wiped all traces of fear from my hazel eyes, and put on a smile.
On the other side of the door where two men I had never seen before. This is one of the hardest parts of my job, improve, and hoping the other person plays along. I don't get a practice, or "Take two". So I said the first thing that came to me," Tommy Uncle Joe! What are y'all doing here?" I hugged the two of them and muttered, "If you want even a chance of making it out alive, I suggest you play along." The taller one hesitantly hugged me back to add on to my act. "Well," His voice was deep, deeper than Chanler's, "Thought since we were in town we would come pick up my favorite Nieces and Nephew." The lady at the desk asked them to sign us out and a feeling of tension built in me.
As we walked out of the school, I searched for Chanler's hand again. He leaned over and whispered," Uncle and cousin, that's the best you could come up with?" I glared at him," I didn't see you doing anything, and are you trying to comfort me with humor?" One of the two men behind us Shouted" Hey no talking up there!" We stepped out the door to see a limo, with windows tinted dark to the point you couldn't even see a silhouette of the other side. The shorter man opened the door and demanded, "Get in!" in a stern tone. I wanted to fight back or run, but I couldn't, I had strict orders, not to cause a scene.
The limo was cold and dark. The door slammed shut and a dim light flickered on, showing a man, probably 45 years old. He had a voice that wasn't too deep but wasn't high pitch; kinda in between," Hello, you must be, Parker," He said wile pointing to me, his long finger moved to my brother, "Chanler, And Liz." He finished. Liz looked like she was about to jump out and attack him, but Chanler shot her a look advising against it. "What do you want from us?" Chanler spit the words out of his clamped teeth. "There is no need to shout, I just want to talk with you." He said with a light chuckle. I was ready to get answers of who he was and what he wanted, "I'm sorry my mom told-"
His tone got mean real quick, as if he realized we were done playing, "Cut the crap Parker, I know all there is to know about you. Your mom died when you were in 6th grade due to an ambushed mission. And shortly your grandpa died in a car crash shortly after that. Your sister died last year in a lab accident." I looked at him, "How -"He cut me off," I wasn't finished." The air started to get thick and hazy. "Chanler is your older brother; Liz is your best friend. Your father is a drunk and isn't always around. In 2nd grade, you and Liz got in a fight about a Barbie doll; This put your partnership in jeopardy that night. In 7th grade, your first boyfriend broke up with you. You wanted to go on a mission to destroy his date with Tiffney Jones, But the organization wouldn't allow you. Shall I continue, or move on to the next person?"
Fear struck me in the chest, did he read my files? My eyelids grew heavier. Before I could answer, Chanler boomed "What the hell do you want?"
The man leaned into the light; he had a slim face and a sharp jaw line. His light brown hair was slightly turning gray. He had a bit of a scruff on his face. He had a deceiving smile on his face, with white, perfectly straight teeth. His eyes where a cloudy grey-blue color , they reminded me of somebody, but my mind wasn't clear. I started to feel sleepy, it seemed the more I fought it, the more tired I got. Before I could confront him about putting us to sleep with sleeping gas, my grip had loosened on Chanler's hand and I passed out.
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The Secret Life of Me
Teen FictionParker lived a complex life, she has been a spy since 1st grade, And she has had to keep it a secret since. But her second year in high school is when the real challenge begins, Can she get through the year and keep her secrets? Read to find out! Do...
