I watched my daddy brush past a women,and she slipped a napkin into his hand, they're was a long list of names on it. Most people wouldn't have seen it, but I was very observing, and I was only six. I saw him pocket it when he thought I wasn't looking. You see my father was a spy, a very good one, and I knew the people who very bad would try to kill him, but I knew they wouldn't be able to. We rode the bumper cars, and got cotton candy. Right when we were leaving my father spoke to me,
"Don't tell your mother or she'll throw away the extra cotton candy!" He warned.
"Okie daddy-o!" I replied.
We walked to the car, and daddy had just closed the door, completely hiding me, a gun was pointed at his head, I saw the red dot. Sniper. A man walked up and said,
"I would have thought you would be with someone, Morgan." The man sneered, Morgan, my last name, my fathers last name. I looked down at my lap and saw the list, he must have put it there, I knew I had to hide it, so I stuffed it down my boot. I pretended not to notice anything, or listen, and bounced like I was on a sugar rush. I had always been a much better actor then my parents, because I could look innocent, and blend in anywhere, I was a Chameleon like my father.
"Give us the list Morgan, and maybe will send your body back to your family." He ordered, my dads hand flexed, and I watched all the car locks go down, No! I knew no one would be able to get me, but I couldn't get out either!
"I don't have it." My father replied, the man suddenly lunged and grabbed him, I watched them beat my father and start dragging him off. I couldn't do anything, but suddenly the man spoke, and his goons he had carrying my father away turned to look at the car.
"Whats in the car Morgan?" He asked, and my dad suddenly look horrified, but it was gone before a second passed, I couldn't be sure it actually happened, I knew I had to hide, so I slipped into a hidden compartment, that only I could fit in, and sealed it, not able to listen to what happened next. I felt the list disintegrating, evaporating paper, I mentally groaned. I might as well introduce myself, My names Cameron Ann Morgan, My father and mother are spies, I had silver hair and light light green eyes, I had a god father, who was like an uncle, his names Solomon. I felt them stop searching the car, it had been twenty-three minutes since they had started, I felt them slam doors.
Three hours 21 minutes forty-six seconds, that's how long I have hidden in here. Two hours and fifty-nine minutes ago they had stopped searching. Suddenly I felt the car shift, a door had been thrown open. I shifted the door silently and listened, I heard a man speak.
"Any sign of them?" I heard a soft voice ask, I realized it was my god father, Mr. Solomon, and I still held still, and acted like I was asleep, in case they opened the lid to this hidden place, I didn't want to be questioned yet.
"No Agent Solomon." I heard a voice.
"They're's nothing in here, that shouldn't be." I heard a voice say twelve minutes later of rummaging. My eyes suddenly closed unwillingly. I was out without meaning to pass out. I had been up along time though.
The first thing I heard was a car moving, I heard my mother speaking,
"Will take the car the office correct?" I heard him ask in a dead voice.
"Yes. I'm sorry we didn't find the-" I heard a voice start but my mother cut it off. I knew I had been out less then four minutes.
"I know he was your friend, but you never met the missing child." Her voice still dead.
I heard two doors close, one over me, and one in front of me, the driver one. We drove for what felt like forever, but was really about an hour thirty minutes. We stopped at a fast speed, and the lid and me spilled out, the person above me had already opened the door so I fell to concrete. I didn't move and I heard screams.
"SHE WAS IN A HIDDEN COMPARTMENT!" One yelled.
"IS SHE ALRIGHT?" another yelled.
"My god!" My god father's voice cried and everything went silent. I felt him pull me into his arms.
"IS SHE DEAD?" yet another yelped
"TAKE HER TO THE INFIRMARY!" I heard an authoritative voice yell. I felt Solomon run, like his life depended on it. I felt him put me on a bed, and voices to distant to make out. A few minutes I knew I was in a X-ray, I felt weak, exhausted, and couldn't move anything. I fell asleep very fast.
"She's been out since I found her Rachel." I heard a mans voice say.
"That was over nine hours ago, Solomon!" I heard my mothers tearful reply.
"I know Rachel. I'm worried too, I bet she knows were her father is too. But she has no injury's, but the one when she hit her head, and we couldn't detect any medication." I heard Solomon reply briskly. I opened my eyes to see two pairs of brown eyes staring at me and groaned.
"That really happened didn't it?" I ask hoping not. They nodded wordlessly. I looked at them before sitting up and tried to get off the bed I was on, but my mother pushed me back down.
"Stay they're sweetheart." She says softly.
"What do you remember?" Mr. Solomon asks. So I explain everything and look down at my feet, I wasn't wearing my boots.
"Where's the list?" Mr. Solomon asks, and I realized I had left out what had happened to it.
"Where's my boots?" I ask and my mom hands them to me.
"What does this have to do-?" Mr. Solomon asks but stops when my hands slid into the boot. There wasn't anything in it.
"I thought so. I hid the list in my boot and slipped into the compartment, so I could hide it from them. It's the list of the circle isn't it?" I ask, and watched they're mouths drop at my information, and then Mr. Solomon grinned.
"You listened in onto your parents didn't you?" He asks, and I nod. and he laughs,
"So much like your father." He says shaking his head.
"Evaporating paper." I say sadly.
"You couldn't have known sweetheart." My mother soothes.
"Do you remember any names?" Mr. Solomon asks. I didn't, I had forgotten!
"No." I sigh putting my head down.
That had been over three years ago. I was a Gallagher Girl now.