Thanks to Kara's extremely hard pokes on my rib cage, I come back to the real world. Where am I? That's right. In the principal's office. Spy meeting. I happened to have slept the entire time the meeting was happening. But the thoughts... and Ceres's words... it's all haunting me. It's not as if I could go home and ask, "Which one of you guys is attacking the country?" That would reveal too much information.
After school that day, at the dinner table, I finally bring up the point with my family. "So... did you hear about the alleged attack on the country?" I ask. As I'd predicted, my parents reply that they never thought anything was happening. Pleased that my scheme is working, I reply,"Well... one of my friends... this kid from school whose parents are with the FBI... she said something about this. I don't know if it's real or anything, but... yeah..."
My family is getting a bit "weirded out" because of the conversation, but Jim finally replies. "Dawn, I need to talk to you. Like, in private. OK?" A serious look crosses his face as he stares at me.
Is it Jim? The terrorist? Even if he was a bit annoying at times, he was so nice. Always there for me. And here he is, plotting against me. NO. This is not happening.
After school that day, at the dinner table, I finally bring up the point with my family. "So... did you hear about the alleged attack on the country?" I ask. As I'd predicted, my parents reply that they never thought anything was happening. Pleased that my scheme is working, I reply,"Well... one of my friends... this kid from school whose parents are with the FBI... she said something about this. I don't know if it's real or anything, but... yeah..."
My family is getting a bit "weirded out" because of the conversation, but Jim finally replies. "Dawn, I need to talk to you. Like, in private. OK?" A serious look crosses his face as he stares at me.
Is it Jim? The terrorist? Even if he was a bit annoying at times, he was so nice. Always there for me. And here he is, plotting against me. NO. This is not happening.
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