Spy Purposes

It hated me, and I hated it.

Chapter 1

When I was just ten is when it all happened. The thrashing and crashing into my house and seeing the huge scary people enter, was not the worst. The worst, seeing them carry me away into the dark and ominous night, while I watch my family scream in terror. I can still remember my moms words though, " Give me back my baby, you loony toons! You... you.... YOU DIRTY ROTTEN SCOUNDRELS. I will have the police on your butts with in...". Well, that's when they shot her.

All right so let me tell you about myself. I have two parents, Suzan Hall and Stephen Hall. I also have two brothers, Ben and Matt Hall. We live in a house in The Keys, Florida. We own two, four story houses, right on the beach. Each house has around 12 rooms, for sure. Each house has a dining room, an indoor basketball court, a room for Ben, Matt, and I; and a room for my parents. I also have an instrumental room for me, because well... I'm like a child prodigy. I play seven instruments. There is also a kitchen, living room, family room (there is a difference of having a T.V.) 4 bathrooms, and storage room. The only difference between the houses is that our second house has a movie theatre instead of a basketball court.

Alrighty, sorry about going off on the houses we own, back to the family. My mom was a famous Landscape Architect. My dad is a Art Director/ Marketing guy. My brothers Ben and Matt are in the 7th grade, because their both 12 year-olds.

Now just to let you know I'm writing this at the age of 16, but its in the perspective of being ten, then writing up to how old I am, and pretty much until I die.

Now let me tell you about myself. My name is Eliza Hall. At the time this all happened I was ten. I have the IQ of a genius. I'm a Caucasian. I'm a child, and a teen now. A prodigy in Music, you will find out the instruments I play through out the story. And my family has always been very wealthy. Alrighty back to the story....

When I saw my mom fall to the cold hard brick floor of our house entry, I felt my heart drop, like planes in the World War I when they crashed. I heard my dad and brothers yell to her, but I heard a faint feminine voice, till I was thrown in the back of a overly large pitch black vehicle.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ The Next Day

I woke up and looked out the window. I saw a sign that read 'Now entering Virginia'. I thought to myself 'wow, we're still driving?' Then remembered the scenes from last night. I suddenly froze. I felt horrible. But a thought I had was why they took me and not my brother Matt, the toughest of the two. Why me? Life was a dread right now. It hated me and I hated it.

All of the sudden I felt the big black car come to a quick halt. I fell fell forward and caught myself with my hands. Then the huge doors were just opened and light streamed in. I was blinded for about 1 minute. The big scary men grabbed me. I felt like a rag doll, helpless and useless.

One of them kept poking me. I was annoyed, I snapped. I've had a ENOUGH. I wanted nothing to do with these people, and I promise you by the time I would be done with them, they definitely did not want me, ever again.