Chapter One
I franticly looked left and right at the people had their arms
stiffly wrapped around mine. They tugged me through hallways, down stairs, and
into elevators. I had to jog to keep up with them. I could tell I knew the
place but I couldn't quite place it. They had blindfolded me before I got
there. The men pushed me into a small room. I eyes dodged left and right
through the room. I knew where I was and I knew why I was here. Most
importantly, I knew who stood before me. Though we were the same person, I
didn't even recognize her.
Whether
I knew I would end up in this position a month earlier, was not really
important anymore. I had no clue of this. I knew something was up then. I could
just feel that I was being followed and looked closely at. My parents thought I
was crazy, but you know what parents don't think their teenage daughter is. It
was just a regular day when I first was told of my future. I came home from
doing homework at a coffee shop when I saw several pitch black SUVs in my
driveway. Um, normal? Yeah, I don't think so.
I
parked my car next to my mail box, and stepped out. I had watched my crime
shows, so I was completely paranoid at this point. There were two options here.
Either I would step onto my lawn and 20 SWAT people and federal agents would
poor out of the house towards me, pointing every gun they had at me, or I would
walk in to find something horrible happened to someone in my family. Something
that involved the feds. Gosh, that's even scarier than the first option!
"Breath, step, breath, step, breath," I thought to myself as I walked
towards my house. I stepped on my lawn. Pause. No SWAT team. Oh no! Option
number 2! Breath. Step. Breath. Step. I reached the front door. Big inhale. I
turned the knob and stepped in. About 15 faces were staring directly at me when
I walked in. Did I have something in my teeth? I licked my teeth. Nothing
there. I stared directly at the people in my house with wide eyes, as they
stared back. Someone do something, I though. I saw my parents walk in from the
kitchen to me. Okay. Parents are safe. That's good. Bruce! Where is my brother?
He was right behind them. Wew. Okay. Now what?
"Hello,
Fleur," my parents said to me. I looked around cautiously. "There are
a lot of people here," I said. No one laughed. Okay, I guess I'm not as
funny as I thought. "Would you please, Miss Fleur," a man said,
extending his hand towards the kitchen. I nodded nervously and my parents and
brother looked at me encouragingly. I followed them into the kitchen where they
had a bunch of papers laid out on the table. I wanted to ask what this was all
about, but I was too afraid to.
I
looked to my parents confused. The man started talking first, however.
"Miss Fleur, my name is Special Agent Conrad," he said. Oh, FBI or
something. Fancy. "Miss Fleur, we need your help," Agent Conrad said.
Wow, just like in the movies. Back up. My help? Uh, yeah like I could help them
with whatever is going on. Just tell me what the hell is going on.
The
woman standing next to him gestured to the seat and said, "Please sit Miss
Fleur." We all took a seat at the kitchen table. Come on, tell me what is
going on. "My name is Special Agent Todd and we work with the CIA. Several
months ago we had a visitor from a group of people claiming to be from 20 years
in the future. They are a group of representatives from the Freedom Fighters
Alliance. They have come to the past in search of one person only. Their
current ruthless dictator as a young adult. They claim their dictator is
killing more people every day, and they think that the only way to stop them is
to 'take out' their dictator before she comes into power." A lot of
information at once. Time travel? What? A ruthless dictator? Like Hitler? And
it's a "her?" I took her chance of catching her breath to ask Agent
Todd a question. "And how am I involved in this?" She looked at Agent
Conrad and my family for a moment and then looked back at me to respond.
"That dictator...is you."
Chapter two coming soon!
Stay classy,
Molly
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