Hello, my name is Natasha Romanoff, a CIA agent. I'm 26 years old. Probably a lot of you guys already knows me or heard about me. Yes, I was that girl in the news a few years ago when I was 16. A lot of people and reporters had tried to get me to talk about it but I always refused. Well, now I decided to confront my fears and talk about it. This is the story about my 16th year and how it all began.
It was the last day of summer and one of my best friends, Abigail or Abby as I call her, told me to go the carnival my town usually holds every year at the end of summer. I, Abby and a few more friends went together. As my mother volunteered me and her (she usually does that even though I don't like it) I had to sit in a Stoll to sell popcorn, sugar canes and more. After my shift ended it was already 4:00 pm and I went straight to me friends that were watching a small show of clowns and other scary things. I don't know why but I've always been afraid of clowns and goats. I think I'm scared of clowns because of their smiley faces and their red noses and their makeup, but I really don't have a clue as why I'm scared of goats. My father likes to joke and tell me I'm crazy and I'm starting to believe it and I blame my father for it. As we were walking to the silly mirrors I felt as someone was staring me, so I turned around. I saw no one. I felt uneasy but I continued walking but stealing a few glances over my shoulder to see if there was someone but there wasn't.
That feeling didn't stop "Abby, I feel someone is staring at me, but every time I look behind me I see no one. Do you see anyone?"I asked her.
"No, you're crazy. I'm starting to think Ali and Tammy are right" she said. I elbowed her at that comment but I knew I was right.
"No. There is someone looking at me. I can feel it" I insisted.
"Tasha, there isn't anyone, relax. You are just overreacting, have some fun it's the last day of summer. Tomorrow we head down to school again" Abby replied.
I knew I was right but I shrugged it off and continued walking again and tried to forget about it and focused on having fun. After all it was the last day of summer and the last day to have fun before all the school drama and worrying of homework and exams start.
The next day I could barely open my eyes. I had some much fun yesterday that I wanted to turn back time and relive it. I looked at my clock and saw that I was early and had a lot of time before the bus came to pick me up. The first thing I did was go downstairs and had breakfast with my family that consist of my older brother Tony or Anthony, as I refer to him when I'm angry which he hates, my twin sister Pepper, my younger brother Steve and my parents. After I finish eating I went upstairs to shower and change. As my school is private we use a school uniform, I put it on and go brush my teeth. At 7:20 my siblings and I went to the bus stop to wait for the bus.
We are very close and my sister Pepper and I are best friends as we are the same age. We are twins but not identical, my hair is fiery red while hers is strawberry blonde. We got in the bus but all I could think about the entire ride to school was that strange feeling I had yesterday at the carnival. For some strange reason I couldn't shake it off.