Anna Scholtavette

CHAPTER 4 FYRA
    "i went to a private college," deanara began. "i wanted to become a spy. i went through a ton of trouble with the government before i could even apply. i was accepted and was taught to pose as a reporter, computer technician, anything you can think of. it was probably the hardest thing i've ever done, but i'm finally graduated and on my very first assignment." deanara looked very serious. "this is the most important, sercret thing i could ever tell you. i almost wasn't going to but when you told me about your father... anna, your father is in deep, deep trouble. i don't know what happened to him but that building is somehow conected. i just wish i could get in."
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    deanara raided the kitchen and was heating up some soup as i fixed some peanut butter and jelly sandwitches. we ate in silence. i wondered what exactly her assignment was. i felt kind of scared and helpless. where was my father? what kind of trouble was he in?
    i looked up at deanara. "i heard my father say that he got a government job. if the building is for the government, why can't you get in?"
    she stared at me. "no one at headquarters even knew that building exsisted. are you a usa citizen?"
    "of course." i said. "i have all my papers with me."
    "can i see them?" she asked.
    "sure." i got them out of my top dresser drawer and gave them to deanara.
    she scrutinized them closely then proclaimed, "they're fake."
    my bones turned to ice. "they're only copies," i said. i felt like crying. why was this happening to me?
    "it doesn't matter; i can still tell. how did you get these?" she asked.
    "my dad gave them to me." it suddenly seemed like a feeble excuse.
    "didn't you go through customs?" she asked.
    i shook my head "no". i could tell what deanara was thinking. How could i have been so stupid not to see what had been going on? i mean, i was only ten, but still.


To Be Continued...