Returning Home

I pulled up in front of my house. It looks just like remember. The tan paint slightly peeling off if the two story house. The bright red front door starting to fade. The green lawn looking as fresh as ever, my dad always did take extra good care if it. The wrap around porch was still there with a few chairs and a porch swing on it. I looked up to the second story and saw the window that led to my old bedroom. Seeing that made me sadden a little about the life I could of had. Right now I could be hanging out with friends at the movie theater or messing around with my brother in the backyard. I could be trying to convince my dad to let me go to a party tomorrow. I sighed. I'm never going to have that typical teenage life and although I sometimes want it, I'm glad for the life I have. I gulped and walked up the front steps. Taking a deep breath I rang the doorbell. I stood there anxiously waiting to see who would open the door. I know I shouldn't be feeling like this but the closer I got to seeing them the harder it was to control my emotions. I heard footsteps on the otherside of the door and I patiently waited. Finally the door creaked open. I froze when I saw who stood at the door. He looked down at me and I could see confusion written all over his face. I gave a small smile and looked up at him. "Hello brother." ---------------------------------------------- The life of a spy is always full of adventure. At Zulu you start training at an early age and that is exactly what Blake did. After ten years of being away from her dad and twin brother she decides to finally return but what will they think of her? And what happens when work seems to follow her everywhere? (Ok so not a very good description but I hope you give it a chance.)