I was 16 when my "sister" died. Well, my "sister" didn't die, but she did. Oh, I'll explain later. My "sisters" nameis Marie. She has been daiting Ari Haswari for 16 was 29 years-old the night she died. We were going on a double date. Marie with Ari and me with my boyfriend Ryan. Ari's dad is Eli David, head of Mossad. Unfortuanetly Ari's dad wanted to talk to him the night of the double date. So, Ari sent some guy he worked with to tell us he couldn't make it. This guy had a smart-ass idea to kill me and my sistar so Ari would become a heartless killing machien. We waited 10 minutes for Ari to come. Instead we saw a Mossad officer coming twords us. "Ari could not com tonight. His father wanted to talk to him." the man said, "I am sorry for this." "For what?" I thought. Then he pulled out his gun. Everyone in the resturaunt screamed. He pointed the gun at a terrified MAri. Time semmed to slow down as he pulled the trigger. She didn't even have time to scream. The Mossad officer turned the gun on me, then fire. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I braced myself for the pain, but it didn't come. I opened my eyes and looked down to be greeted by the image of Ryan dead of the floor. I knew I couldn't stay in Israel much longer. So, like a coward I ran home, to where it was "safe". It took an hour for me to locate my "sisters" will. On the front it said "Chris, do not read until you are 18. "I promis sis" I whispered, "I swear on Rorys life. I will not read this until Rory is 5." The next morning I dresses as a boy and went back to the resturaunt. The owner let me take the bodys and burry them. I dug the graves and marked the headstones. Later that day I picked up my 3-year-old daughter from her foster home. I handed them the money I owed to them and said "My mom got a job in the U.S.A. Thanks for everything." I grabbed our stuff and headed twords the Tel Aviv airport. The nice thing about airports in Israel is that they don't use metal detectors, so I could bring 4 knives and a gun, no questions asked. We caught the first plane to D.C. Rory and I arrived at Ronald Regan National Airport at 7:00 Eastern Time Zone. A thought popped into my head "where are we going to go? Am I going to buy or rent a house? Do we have enough monry?" "Rory," I called "Hurry up Baby., we're heading to downtown D.C."