Hey! Sorry for not updating sooner! You know…I've been out…living… wfhfcaowu8eh. Oops. Sorry, my little sister just made me lose my writing sense, and I slammed the keyboard in frustration. I'm going to keep it there, I have no idea why.
Disclaimer: Since I lost my sense of writing, this disclaimer shall be another boring one.
Cammie's POV
I step out into the sun, my face lifted, bouncing with excitement! Today, my uncle was coming for a visit!
"Oh, Cammie." My mother sighs in frustration and runs her hand through my hair.
"What are we to do with you?"
"Let me run wild?" I tease, knowing that she would do no such thing.
One of my sisters, Liz, appears beside me.
Her gleaming hair is brushed to perfection, and it is obvious that she had thought a great deal about her outfit.
I smile at her.
"Ah, Lizzie. Spent half an hour fixing up your outfit again, I see."
"Wait till you see Bex and Macey." She warns me.
"Did someone call our names?" I turn to see my gorgeous sisters (unlike me).
As usual, Macey's short, silky hair was fixed in a ponytail, and Bex's rippling locks have been attacked by her.
"Is he here yet?" Macey asks impatiently.
"Now I am." A voice rings through the air.
"Uncle Soloman!" The three of us rush toward him, screaming.
"Have you girls been training?" He chuckles. He knows that it is our greatest desire to prove that girls can too be spies, that we are too good enough.
"Yes!" We chorus.
"Where is your father?"
"Where he always is."
"Ah."
Today was a much cherished day, the day of out parents 20th anniversary.
"Can we come, too?" We beg. We have had this conversation many times, begging and pleading.
"No." He frowns. "Goodbye, girls."
He heads off into the house.
And The Idea, the one that will change our lives, forms.
I tap Liz on the shoulder, motioning her to the house.
She understands. She knows that I know many passageways inside the house, and one in particular may be useful.
We creep toward the house, Bex and Macey in quick pursuit.
Once there, I motion to a corner in the small, dark, dusty room.
My sisters peer through it and gasp. The corner is made of netting, so anyone who chooses to look through it may have a bird's eye view of the room.
Now, our uncle is thanking my dad. He reaches forward to hug him.
And it happens.
I watch in silent horror as my uncles removes a hidden, deadly knife from his pocket.
A fatal knife.
And, with one quick blow, blood is spreading through my beloved father's body.
Sorry if it lacks detail, or whatever. As I said before, MY SISTER BLOCKED ME! I'll update faster if I get 10 reviews!