Woah, jail cell. Just the place to be. I've been awake for a while now. Awhile as in 3 hours. Just thinking about my past like and what I did earlier today. I was mostly thinking about my mom. \
Why could they shoot her. Why WOULD they shoot her. She was the one that was closet to me. The one I loved. The one that was near and dear to me. You know what? THE ONE I CARE ABOUT. I loved my mom with all my heart. And I could not get the shot of the gun and my mom hitting the ground as she screamed her head off. I wish, just wish, that I could go back in time and jump in front of that bullet. Heh, like will live be down for as long as I live.
But the other thing I am worrying about is who I kicked. The dumb as old guy who fucking got on my nerve. Sorry for my language. I mean, I can't help that people get on my nerve so easily when I was just held hostage by people I don't even know! I mean, I can't help the it! Other people are probably able to handle it, but not this girl, hence me. And I think people in this place needs to have class. They sure didn't learn it from their parents. I bet, just putting out an idea, they got their manners from the devil himself. Out of any right mind, saying they actually have a right mind, would throw a girl on to the cold hard concrete. The people are just freaks.
My dad. How could I forget about him. The one who tole me to be the best at what I did. The one who made me become a child prodigy. The one. . . I love. I liss him. I wonder if he got shot. If both of my parents are dead, hell, I might as well be too. I can't live with out them. I love them too much.
And my brothers. How in right mind could I forget about them. They were the ones that helped me get through like when my parents were not around. Ben and Matt. Oh how much I miss them, why, why, did I have to be here. If I had taken that shot for with my mother, I wouldn't be here right now I would be home.
Well, this jail cell sucks. I hate this. Maybe this place would be better is I had TV. Now that I think about it, this jail cell is cleaner then they will ever be. They being the people who kidnapped me. Well, I need to be able to get out of here. I'm thinking the window. The Iron Bars are about a half inch think. I could get through that with my HANDY DANDY torch. Heh, Its great, all I have to do is wait till these people are asleep, then I can escape. So, another 4 hours. Might as well get sleep, its going to be a long night.
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Hey guys, I'll post tomorrow or Monday. Im going to wrap presents. Enjoy your Christmas!
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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?
