Chapter 2: Patrick Broderick
I am a fifteen year old guy, from San Francisco California. I am strong, and powerful. I'm an only child from my parents Marcus and Riley. It is just that simple. Just a strong kid in a normal city, from a rich family. I never thought that my strength would get me as far as it did.
A lady named Ronnie Bard came to my house. She asked to speak with my parents and me. Was this lady for real? Cause she was hot. Like for a forty five year old. That sounds so wrong…. But this lady didn't even look close to forty five. Her hair was dark brown and it was in a pony tail, she was wearing tight pants too… sorry I'm such a perv. I'm a fifteen year old boy, what can you expect?
My mother led Ronnie and me into my father's home office. The office had a big dark wooden desk, which had a laptop, a phone, and many files on top of it. There was a bookshelf behind the desk, filled with books of the law. He was a busy lawyer. The walls were a dark shade of green, and the floors were dark hardwood. My father was sitting in a leather chair behind his desk. There were two chairs on the other side of his desk, and a couch on the other side of the room. I sat on the couch.
He was on the phone. My mom looked embarrassed. Ronnie nodded that she understood. My dad was always on the phone. It didn't even seem like he saw the three of us standing there. It was like he was looking straight through us. I knew not to interrupt my dad when he was working, and I'm sure that as soon as Ronnie leaves he will yell at both my mother and me. He always does.
Then Ronnie did something that really surprised me. She walked over to my father, grabbed the phone out of his hands, whispered a soft goodbye into the receiver, and hung up the phone. My dad's mouth dropped. "Ma'm, you have no business in my house, and you especially have no business in my office."
Ronnie shushed him. She took out the badge that she had just showed my mother before. My father stopped himself from saying anything else. Ronnie chuckled. She motioned for him to get out of his seat. Reluctantly, my father left his chair and sat at one of the chairs on the other side of his desk. He gave me a questioning look, and I just shrugged. I had no idea what Miss Bard was doing here. But I had a hunch it was important.
"Okay, Mr. Broderick. Now, if you are ready." Ronnie said from the leather chair. She was playing with some of my dad's files. He reached for them. She pulled them back. "Lets get started" Ronnie said with a wink towards me.
I think I turned a deeper red than my school's colors. We were maroon and grey. I sunk down in my seat, and Ronnie motioned for me to sit up straight. I sat up like a boy in the army. "Okay, I hear you are a very strong boy, Patrick" She said to me. I nodded. My mother nodded too, but my father sat there, confused. "Yes, your son is very strong, Mr. Broderick. And I want him for my school. I want to recruit him as a spy. There is no way for certain, but he has a good chance. But the entire thing is classified. You cannot tell anyone, or charges will be pressed. She shoved a contract in front of me, I looked towards my dad, who snatched it and read it. He signed and initialed it, and motioned towards me to do the same.
I did, and so did my mother. Ronnie smiled a not so pleasant smile. "I'm glad you all agree." She handed me another paper, "This is your application. Fill it out and mail it to the address on the bottom." She winked again. "Maybe you have a chance of getting in. Only a hundred will, and only fifty of them will be boys. I'm recruiting around the world, so your essay has to be good." She smiled, and walked out of the office.
I grabbed a pen from my dad's desk and ran into my room. I filled the entire application out. "I really want to go to this school, ma" I told my mother. She nodded. She wouldn't talk to me about it at all. It was like she didn't seem to want me to go. I wouldn't not go. That doesn't make sense, but now that I know about it, I have to go. I have to go.. And win.