Disclaimer: see part 1
Author's Note: Yep this is it the last part. Hope you all enjoyed the ride. Just a warning this may not be the resolution you were expecting but there are reasons for that. Thus, there are questions that won't be answered and names that won't be named. If you have a question or name you'd like to know feel free to email me: Nyah513@hotmail.com
And if you'd like to see some sort of companion piece to S is for Spy let me know!
S is for Spy: The Beginning
My clothes were all laid out on my bed when I woke up. The bed in the nurse's office was better than my camp bed. And the nurse was much nicer than the one at my school. She kept asking if I was comfortable. The nurse at school always sends me back to class.
It was hard to get out of bed without stepping on my foot too much. The nurse had picked out jeans and a t-shirt with a little heart patch ironed on it. My favorite outfit. Why did I feel like I hadn't worn it in forever?
My old worn out sneakers were tight on my toes. Well on the one foot anyway I couldn't get it on the other one.
Mom and Dad came right after I finished my breakfast in the nurse's office. I wanted to eat with the other kids but the nurse said I shouldn't walk on my foot. I told her it was better now. But she caught on when I kept saying 'ow' walking across the room.
Dad asked if I had fun at camp. "Yes, sir!" I said smiling then I stopped smiling because I remembered I was going home. Dad looked at me funny and Mom said she guessed they'd managed to teach me some manners at camp.
Mom helped me to the car while Dad took my suitcase. When we got there Dad opened it and started putting more clothes in. Mom said she was impressed that I folded my clothes so nice.
I told her the nurse did it.
Dad said the nurse folded just like Mom.
All my clothes looked strange. For some reason, I knew they would be too small for me.
While we were getting in the car the nurse and the owner of camp came out. Mr. Devlin had his arm all wrapped up in a sling. He 'dislocated' his shoulder playing football the same day I sprained my ankle in a game of tag.
The nurse gasped and pointed to blood leaking through Mr. Devlin's bandages. I guess 'dislocated' shoulders bleed a lot.
The nurse and Mr. Devlin waved and smiled while we drove away. Mr. Devlin didn't have such a nice smile. He showed too many teeth.
I blew him a kiss. I hoped he'd get better.
Snuggles was on the seat beside me. I told Mom he needed a new eye. You could learn a lot of things by looking and Snuggles would miss too much without an eye.
There were more suitcases in the car than just mine. I asked Mom about them. She said Dad found a better job back at our old house so we were moving. Today.
But there weren't any jobs at all at our old house.
I was moving away from Timmy and my school, the whole country even. Mom said it was okay to cry. I told her I didn't need to cry.
It wasn't like somebody died.
Dad asked what I did at camp. I said all my times tables and named all the countries and the capitals. Dad said he was impressed, I learned a lot at camp. I told him I learned even more than that.
I was right about there not being any jobs at our old house. Dad figured it out pretty quick too because we got on another plane the next day and went to a new house in a new place.
Dad asked me the capital when we got off the plane. "Moscow." I said. It was our new game.
I started school there. It was extra hard because they didn't talk in either language I knew. But my teacher said I was learning the language fast. It wasn't so bad. Sometimes it almost seemed familiar.
Mom and Dad had to work really hard at their new jobs. Sometimes they had to work very late and so I started staying at our neighbor's house after school. Miss D.
She helped me with my school work and she could talk in English too. I liked her a lot. She had pretty brown hair and a nice voice. Her chocolate colored eyes and perfect lips would give her a pretty smile but looked sad all the time.
Her face made my brain itch. Maybe I met her once. Or maybe she reminded me of Mom. It bothered it me. I don't like maybes.
I stayed with her more and more. We had a lot of fun and played all kinds of games.
Miss D. was there the night I had my fever.
I woke up from a dream and she was there with a bowl of soup but I was shaking too bad to eat it. She asked me about my dream. I told her in the dream I shot Mr. Devlin.
She asked why I shot him
I said it was because he was a bad guy and did made us do bad things at camp.
She rocked me and said Mr. Devlin was a very bad guy and it was okay to be mad at him and all the grownups at camp. She said they were bad people.
I got so angry about Sir I threw my soup. I promised Miss D. I would shoot him one day.
She reminded me that I already did.
"Only once." I said. He deserved to be shot a thousand times. By every kid.
My fever lasted for two more days but I didn't have the dream anymore. I didn't know why I was so angry. Mr. Devlin was such a nice man who taught me a lot of things. Camp was a very satisfying and enriching experience.
On my birthday when Mom and Dad were working especially hard to get promoted, Miss D. said we would go do some shopping for presents. "We'll pick out some new clothes for school. Wouldn't you like that Anna?"
I looked down at my jeans that ended a few inches above my ankles and the too short t-shirt with the heart patch falling off. "Yes, ma'am!"
Miss D. was right. These clothes didn't fit me anymore.
Author's Note: Yep this is it the last part. Hope you all enjoyed the ride. Just a warning this may not be the resolution you were expecting but there are reasons for that. Thus, there are questions that won't be answered and names that won't be named. If you have a question or name you'd like to know feel free to email me: Nyah513@hotmail.com
And if you'd like to see some sort of companion piece to S is for Spy let me know!
S is for Spy: The Beginning
My clothes were all laid out on my bed when I woke up. The bed in the nurse's office was better than my camp bed. And the nurse was much nicer than the one at my school. She kept asking if I was comfortable. The nurse at school always sends me back to class.
It was hard to get out of bed without stepping on my foot too much. The nurse had picked out jeans and a t-shirt with a little heart patch ironed on it. My favorite outfit. Why did I feel like I hadn't worn it in forever?
My old worn out sneakers were tight on my toes. Well on the one foot anyway I couldn't get it on the other one.
Mom and Dad came right after I finished my breakfast in the nurse's office. I wanted to eat with the other kids but the nurse said I shouldn't walk on my foot. I told her it was better now. But she caught on when I kept saying 'ow' walking across the room.
Dad asked if I had fun at camp. "Yes, sir!" I said smiling then I stopped smiling because I remembered I was going home. Dad looked at me funny and Mom said she guessed they'd managed to teach me some manners at camp.
Mom helped me to the car while Dad took my suitcase. When we got there Dad opened it and started putting more clothes in. Mom said she was impressed that I folded my clothes so nice.
I told her the nurse did it.
Dad said the nurse folded just like Mom.
All my clothes looked strange. For some reason, I knew they would be too small for me.
While we were getting in the car the nurse and the owner of camp came out. Mr. Devlin had his arm all wrapped up in a sling. He 'dislocated' his shoulder playing football the same day I sprained my ankle in a game of tag.
The nurse gasped and pointed to blood leaking through Mr. Devlin's bandages. I guess 'dislocated' shoulders bleed a lot.
The nurse and Mr. Devlin waved and smiled while we drove away. Mr. Devlin didn't have such a nice smile. He showed too many teeth.
I blew him a kiss. I hoped he'd get better.
Snuggles was on the seat beside me. I told Mom he needed a new eye. You could learn a lot of things by looking and Snuggles would miss too much without an eye.
There were more suitcases in the car than just mine. I asked Mom about them. She said Dad found a better job back at our old house so we were moving. Today.
But there weren't any jobs at all at our old house.
I was moving away from Timmy and my school, the whole country even. Mom said it was okay to cry. I told her I didn't need to cry.
It wasn't like somebody died.
Dad asked what I did at camp. I said all my times tables and named all the countries and the capitals. Dad said he was impressed, I learned a lot at camp. I told him I learned even more than that.
I was right about there not being any jobs at our old house. Dad figured it out pretty quick too because we got on another plane the next day and went to a new house in a new place.
Dad asked me the capital when we got off the plane. "Moscow." I said. It was our new game.
I started school there. It was extra hard because they didn't talk in either language I knew. But my teacher said I was learning the language fast. It wasn't so bad. Sometimes it almost seemed familiar.
Mom and Dad had to work really hard at their new jobs. Sometimes they had to work very late and so I started staying at our neighbor's house after school. Miss D.
She helped me with my school work and she could talk in English too. I liked her a lot. She had pretty brown hair and a nice voice. Her chocolate colored eyes and perfect lips would give her a pretty smile but looked sad all the time.
Her face made my brain itch. Maybe I met her once. Or maybe she reminded me of Mom. It bothered it me. I don't like maybes.
I stayed with her more and more. We had a lot of fun and played all kinds of games.
Miss D. was there the night I had my fever.
I woke up from a dream and she was there with a bowl of soup but I was shaking too bad to eat it. She asked me about my dream. I told her in the dream I shot Mr. Devlin.
She asked why I shot him
I said it was because he was a bad guy and did made us do bad things at camp.
She rocked me and said Mr. Devlin was a very bad guy and it was okay to be mad at him and all the grownups at camp. She said they were bad people.
I got so angry about Sir I threw my soup. I promised Miss D. I would shoot him one day.
She reminded me that I already did.
"Only once." I said. He deserved to be shot a thousand times. By every kid.
My fever lasted for two more days but I didn't have the dream anymore. I didn't know why I was so angry. Mr. Devlin was such a nice man who taught me a lot of things. Camp was a very satisfying and enriching experience.
On my birthday when Mom and Dad were working especially hard to get promoted, Miss D. said we would go do some shopping for presents. "We'll pick out some new clothes for school. Wouldn't you like that Anna?"
I looked down at my jeans that ended a few inches above my ankles and the too short t-shirt with the heart patch falling off. "Yes, ma'am!"
Miss D. was right. These clothes didn't fit me anymore.