The air smelled of summer rain and fresh roses but that didn't matter anymore. No stopping to smell the flowers. Something was chasing me, but I didn't know what it was. I could hear its breathing, muddled against mine. I could see its shadow, mysterious and intimidating compared to my own. Suddenly my legs failed me and I started to fall. It seemed like an eternity before I hit the muddy ground. Everything went black.
When my eyes fluttered open I saw where I was -- in a wet and moldy basement. I tried to scream but something was preventing me. There was tape over my mouth, and wrapped around my wrists and ankles. A man with a black beard was next to me.
"Are you willing to be quiet now? I can take off that nasty tape. Good," he said and ripped off the tape. "You are a secret agent. I brought you here to complete your training. Now that you are twelve, Addie Craw, you may get your badge and be relocated to a secret home. The commander there will tell you everything else."
He handed me a small satchel and finished, "Good luck, Agent 100121."
Emily R. [Windsor, ON, Canada] is a 12 year old 7th grader who has loved writing since she was three years old. She is involved in school activities such as spelling bees and read-a-thons and won a school poetry contest one year.
© 2009 Emily R. Original for CCF. Emily grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology.
* CCF does not publish students' last names on the work they submit for publication.
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