It was a night of remembrance. It was the night my parents died. It happened suddenly, no fanfare, just the solemn policeman standing outside our door. The funeral was in two days time. Those next two days were a blur. Policemen, papers to be signed, grieving friends and family members. The funeral I remember well. At seven o'clock we set out to the site where they were to be buried. We rode in a solemn black car. Me, my uncles and aunts, my cousins and grandparents all together for the occasion. We rode in complete silence. When we got there, there was a small crowd waiting to carry the casks to where they were to be buried. Again, we carried them in complete silence. After we buried them the people said there final words to my parents and put flowers on there graves. Many a tear were shed that day. The thing I remember in sharp contrast out of everything else is the look on my uncle Jacob and my aunt Margaret. They were looks of complete happiness.
This is what raced through my head as I heard the guidance counselor say, "Your parents were good people." To one of my classmates who's parents had just in a car accident. The exact same thing had happened to me when I came back to school right after my parents had died. I was seven then and had stayed home for the last couple of weeks. The counsler said the exact same thing to me. When I walked into the classroom, people looked at me just like they are looking at this poor girl right now. There look was of mild pity.
I am fourteen and my names is James Bond. I live with my uncle Jacob and aunt Margaret who are absolutely horrible people. I do not have many friends because I am so different from my classmates. One of the reasons is I am always getting into trouble because of my curiousity and I appear "dangerous". Other than that I appear to be kind of detached and dreamlike. Because of this I think my classmates think I am insane or something. The main reason they stay away from me is that once when I bully tried to tease me and I almost killed him. I feel like I have a power within me that if unleashed, will be unstopable.
I have so many opportunities in life, this I say because it brings me to today. The day the CIA asked me to do something for them.
"Hello young sir, would you come with me?" A man says this to me as I open my locker. The first thought that goes through my head is "Stranger danger!" But I knew that I could probably overpower him if need be, I was also quite curious. So, I followed him out the door. He leads me towards an unmarked white van. Again the words "Stranger danger!" Flash through my head but I still press on. As I enter the van the man slides the doors shut and locks them. Just now I realize just how I was being when I followed this man. I pound on the windows and look for any sign of escape.. Anything. The van starts. I am doomed.