The Story of Athena Spencer

MY ROUTINE

Training was a HUGE part of my routine. I started when I was two and a half and by three, training was like doing homework, sometimes difficult and sometimes easy, fun and enjoyable. My trainer was the best investigator and fighter in the whole of America, his name was Mark and he was amazing. He was like a second father to me.

I became amazing by the time I was three and a quarter and I only got better. I was unstoppable. mark said that by the time I was thirteen, I would be better than him if I kept learning at this rate and maybe even by the time I was ten if I moved quicker but he said no pressure.

I learnt self defense and backflips and a lot more stuff that was really cool. Mike said that later on, I would learn how to shoot a gun, use a knife and strangle people but for now, I had to stick to the bow and arrow. Mike said that I was a natural at the bow and arrow because my aim was on point and I almost never missed.

Hacking was also really important and I became a computer genius in the process of learning to hack. My trainer was Mark. Mark taught me everything and prepared me for the day that I would have to defend myself. I learned how to hack basically everything access any information that I wanted with ease.

I obviously had to learn how to treat wounds or what to do if I got injured. Mike taught me everything that I had to learn. We started off with the basics like scratches, bruises or grazes. It was really interesting and exciting to learn something new and it took my mind off of my parents. I would cry every night because I would miss them SOOO much, I would even cry myself to sleep sometimes but all of those emotions disappeared when I got older and all I felt was happiness, anger and a bit of fear every now and then.

My routine was very busy so I never got time to think about my life or everything else but it was for the best so I didn't mind and it's not like I had a choice . Everyone who knew controlled my life and I didn't have a say in what was going to happen to me or what I wanted but maybe things just had to be that way and maybe I just had to live like that for eighteen years or more.

Sometimes I would wonder, "What if my life wasn't like this and it was perfect" and then I realised if my life was perfect, it would be boring, meaningless and it would mean that I didn't have a real purpose and I was just a mistake.