My book for class was opened to page 364, as I scanned the page I silently mouthed the words. Giving up on todays self taught lesson, I dropped the book onto the hardwood floor, close to my bed. My bedside table was littered with things... I have to attempt to clean that off later... Anyway, its not that my room was a mess but you could tell that someone lived here. From my bed cluttered with mismatched pillows and blankets, the pictures and notes pinned all over the walls, to the various potted plants and religious texts, you could tell that I lived here.
The phone began to ring. I threw myself off my lazy butt and ran down stairs and opened a closet to reveal an assortment of phones and land lines. I quickly scanned their labels and finding the one making the annoying noise I picked it up and cleared my throat.
"Director Ramierez,"
"Yes, Uh Director two of your agents have reported here while I, Agent Smith, have already been dispatched onto this case. I feel as if you are mistaken with the status of this case."
"Excuse me AGENT, I have a right mind not to report you, and yes I just got a call from your office, seems as if THEY made a mistake and you are released from your duties. If you could PLEASE give everything you have concerning the case to Agents Lovette and Spice, thank you, Good Bye." I hung up on the man, how dare he talk down to his superior... ha ha as if i actually was a federal director... Yep, I am not, in fact I am a twenty one year old girl trying to get a schooling while... partaking in the family business while keeping my two siblings alive.
I quickly dialed the red phone and two seconds later Philip answered.
"What's wrong?"
"Why did a federal agent just call me? WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU about staying under the radar?"
The conversation didn't take long before he said they finished the job and were headed home. Philip didn't look like me, he looked like the spitting image of dad, long straight dark brown hair, tan skin, chocolate eyes... and all the girls liked him. His full name being Maverick Phillip. He is twenty two but even with him being older than me, after i turned thirteen and everything went bad... he relied on me to survive... just like Avery, Avery Nina. My little sister, age nineteen. She is a dirty blonde with dark brown eyes, and she looks just like Mom... in every way. Now... my name is Danica but the crew calls me Dawn... Danica Katherine (Kit) Hollis... and this is our tale.