Disclaimer: see part 1
Author's Note: Sorry for the long time between updates. This chapter's short so I promise the next will be up very soon. And sorry to Twinnie for frustrating you with the lack of clues, all shall be revealed... eventually. And I lied, not all but some.
S is for Spy: Storytelling
They said I was dead and couldn't talk to anyone.
So it was really frustrating when Sir kept asking me questions. He told me 'good job' and I wanted to impress him but I wanted to not be dead another day even more. Sir caught on quicker to my silence this time and did something I never heard him do before.
He laughed.
Sir said this was the most obedient I had ever been. He said that was 'ironic'. I heard a song called that once and all the things that happened in it were plain bad luck. I was confused.
They said obedience was a good thing. But now it was bad luck.
While we were in this office Sir said I didn't have to be dead and I could talk. He said he hoped my obedience was permanent because I was going to be needing it. Pretty soon, he said, camp was going to get harder and if I wasn't obedient I would get a tummy ache like C17 and have to go home. He said the other kids shouldn't have to put up with my 'outbursts'.
I told him maybe I wanted to go home.
He asked me which home I wanted to go to.
I told him I only had one. He said I was wrong. He said if I wasn't obedient I would have none. Sir said if I had to go home my family wouldn't be allowed to live in my house anymore and we'd have to go away.
I should have poured the new-clear waste on Sir.
Two days ago we had a new kind of game all together. We got one minute and we had to make up a story and make other kids and camp grownups believe it.
It was a lot like lying. I was especially good at it.
I convinced a lady that worked in the cafeteria to carry a potato around for three whole hours because I told her it would make the wrinkles in her hands go away.
That was one of the biggest tricks to making up stories. If you told a person something they really wanted to be true they almost always believed even if they knew deep down that it wasn't true.
Sir asked me if I could be obedient like it was no big deal. But Sir wanted me to be obedient. I could tell. He'd been telling me for days and days that he needed me to be following orders and be obedient. Things people need work even better than things people want. So I lied to him.
He believed it.
Author's Note: Sorry for the long time between updates. This chapter's short so I promise the next will be up very soon. And sorry to Twinnie for frustrating you with the lack of clues, all shall be revealed... eventually. And I lied, not all but some.
S is for Spy: Storytelling
They said I was dead and couldn't talk to anyone.
So it was really frustrating when Sir kept asking me questions. He told me 'good job' and I wanted to impress him but I wanted to not be dead another day even more. Sir caught on quicker to my silence this time and did something I never heard him do before.
He laughed.
Sir said this was the most obedient I had ever been. He said that was 'ironic'. I heard a song called that once and all the things that happened in it were plain bad luck. I was confused.
They said obedience was a good thing. But now it was bad luck.
While we were in this office Sir said I didn't have to be dead and I could talk. He said he hoped my obedience was permanent because I was going to be needing it. Pretty soon, he said, camp was going to get harder and if I wasn't obedient I would get a tummy ache like C17 and have to go home. He said the other kids shouldn't have to put up with my 'outbursts'.
I told him maybe I wanted to go home.
He asked me which home I wanted to go to.
I told him I only had one. He said I was wrong. He said if I wasn't obedient I would have none. Sir said if I had to go home my family wouldn't be allowed to live in my house anymore and we'd have to go away.
I should have poured the new-clear waste on Sir.
Two days ago we had a new kind of game all together. We got one minute and we had to make up a story and make other kids and camp grownups believe it.
It was a lot like lying. I was especially good at it.
I convinced a lady that worked in the cafeteria to carry a potato around for three whole hours because I told her it would make the wrinkles in her hands go away.
That was one of the biggest tricks to making up stories. If you told a person something they really wanted to be true they almost always believed even if they knew deep down that it wasn't true.
Sir asked me if I could be obedient like it was no big deal. But Sir wanted me to be obedient. I could tell. He'd been telling me for days and days that he needed me to be following orders and be obedient. Things people need work even better than things people want. So I lied to him.
He believed it.