Hey guys, So...... I was sick today and had my gallbladder taken out yesterday. I cant believe I'm at the computer right now. So, YOU BETTER ENJOY CHAPTER 5. All my creative flowing is so flowing too!.......................... NOT.
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Blacking out was not my favorite thing. All I could hear was talking. And a loud noise. It sound like I was in a helicopter or a plane. And for some odd-ball reason I heard the Star Wars theme song in my head, at least I think. The thing was, was I was to scared to open my eyes. I wouldn't be able to look at those freaks who stole me. I was liking where I was. Everything about it. But now it went down hill. Heh, great.
All I could now was listen in on there conversations. If I can't open my eyes, might as well listen in. Thats right, they spoke Russian. Fabulous, seriously, I love Russian. As they were talking, I could tell that they were talking about death. They mentioned a 'her', so I guess they are talking about me. I chuckled to myself that they didn't know that I was actually listening. Then I remember that morning, or at least I think it was this morning. I was shot. I was shot in the Leg. I looked down at my leg, with my eyes just open enough that I could see. I saw I a bandage and that I was blood red. Great they are bad at Hygiene.
They plane soon landed. I was picked up by two men and carried out. When they reached the out side, they threw me. They threw me on to the concrete. WHY THE HELL CAN PEOPLE NEVER HAVE CLASS. HEH, I GUESS NONE. "AHHHHHHHH, WHAT THE HELL." I screamed.
" Shut up, little girl. You have no right to talk."
"I don't have a right? You wanna say that to my fist? Or my foot? Oh wait let me choose." I said. I ran toward the old man and kicked him in the face. When I finished I saw the man fall to the ground. The 10 men around him, looked in shock. Their eyes went from him to me, about, well, 8 times. And before I knew it I was surrounded by them and tackled. I was pulled this way, and that way. And again KNOCKED OUT. WHAT THE HELL. I was out like a light. Heh, great.
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Well, sorry its short, but I feel horrible, sick wise and writer wise.
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Spy Purposes
AdventureEliza is taken from her family at age 10, doing what she called a Spy's Purpose. Does she fulfill that purpose? Or just fail, not doing what she planned to do along?
