Author's Note: this is my story of covenant.�Kind of, I don't know really. Tell me the last names of Pogue please! I forgot!
I grabbed my glass of water and popcorn bowl and headed to the living room in my mansion. It took a few minutes, but I got there. I grabbed the remote and clicked the TV until it got to the VCR channel. I jammed the videotape in the slot and pressed play.
The movie was blank.
God, the movie was blank!
My throat was closed up, I couldn't breathe. Pries had said that I would have to figure out what goes on this tape, but I thought he meant what goes next. I don't have the slightest of clue of what is supposed to be on this, so why did they give me the task?
My throat loosened after a second, but the tense atmosphere was still there. I hadn't read the file, I can still figure out what was going on.
So I ran up seven flights of stairs in the old, run down mansion.
I got to the top tower of it and looked around my bedroom. It has black rose pattern wallpaper; black metal roses in the headboard of an old king-sized bed took up most of the circular room. There was a tiny bedside table with an old alarm clock, a photo frame, and a file. I walked across the room gracefully, feeling my chin length straight maroon hair bounce around my face.
I picked up the file and flipped it open.
It had student reports, photographs, maps, library records, and a sticky note on top of it all. "Agent Skywalker, we give you this case, it only has to do with what happened to William Danvers III. Caleb Danvers is his son. We have all the information we could find of him. Not much files are on William. Good Luck! –Carlisle Bedlam." I re-read it over and over again; the Bureau really wants me to go on a stinker case? Why would they send their best agent out digging in old lost cases? I'm the best there is! How could they risk it?
Maybe they don't think you're suit for the FBI anymore, Jade. A tiny voice in my head told me. No! I'm too good of an agent, the head said so himself! I argued. Maybe he didn't mean it, maybe he was lying. The voice argued. And I couldn't bring myself to argue, because I knew that deep down, the voice was right.
I took a good look at the files, one said Caleb Danvers, another Pogue, Tyler Simms, and Reid Garwin. I could tell Caleb was William's son; he looked just like one of his pictures. Pogue was... average, yet muscular. Tyler looked hansom; witch is saying a lot coming from me, because I'm hard to please.
Then there was Reid. He looked…exactly like me. It was creepy, the way we had the same crooked smile, same violet eyes, same thin line nose, same round chin. If I hadn't died my hair maroon, we would have had the same colored hair, too.
For a moment I thought he was my twin brother, the one that died in a car crash. The one that I used too ask to play with me, the one that used to protect me from our abusive father.
For a moment I thought my brother was alive.
For a moment I thought he was like me.
But as soon as I realized what my thoughts were, I shoved them down deep.
I looked through the pile of names and information, choking back a cry.
Then something caught my eye:
Come to Spencer, It will give you an education!
Spencer is the best! 1-800-SAE
Come to Spencer Academic Education!
It was a school business card, for the school that all the boys went to. I picked up my cell phone and called Spencer academy.
"Hello? Spencer Academy! May I help you?" A boredom voice picked up.
"Yes, this is Alexia Collision, May I'm transferring into Spencer next week, can I register?" I asked.
"Yes maim, you may. What year would you be transferring into?" She asked.
"Junior." I replied at got it settled.
After the nice lady had ordered everything out, I put the phone back down. If the head thinks I'm not good enough because I'm 17, then I'll show him. Tomorrow, I meet the boys. I thought.
I took in a deep gulp of air and put up the entire information so only one photograph lay on the bed. I picked it up. It was Reid Garwin, the guy who is so familiar. I picked up the photograph off the bedside table and looked at it for the first time since I entered the room. It was of my mother, father, and twin brother Alex, and me huddled together during a fishing trip. It had been right before the car crash that had killed them all. I only walked away because I had something special. I had a gift.
This is why the head sent you here. My inter-voiced sounded. Because you were morning, and he knew Ipswich was your hometown. He just wanted to help. But that's the problem. It's not helping.
I hate my gift. Sometimes it feels like someone else is using it, like they are a part of it. I don't know why, but that is my side case.
Because I have to know what happened that day. The day he died.
The day I had to lay a black rose down on the ground of three bodiless graves.
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