Hi,

My name is Faith. Today I am officially 37, and… (I really hate agreeing to this) but I was dared by a very close friend to write about my childhood. Now, my childhood isn't a “OH YAY I GO TO SCHOOL AND HAVE A SUPER FUN BUT BORING LIFE!” type story. It's a “oh yikes. How old were you when this happened…?” *long pause* “CRAP. you got some issues, girly.” story. Yeah, my childhood is pretty crazy as you can tell.

Ok, you're probably thinking about what happened. So, here’s what happened.

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One day I woke up, with my hands tied up behind my back and in a dark room, I squinted my eyes and looked around the room and sat up. I saw a lot of children trapped in this terrible place. Then I saw a boy with a tray of food in his hands.

“Good, you're awake, you were asleep for a few hours.” Said the boy giving me the tray of food. “My name is Wyatt.”

“Hi? My name is Faith, and where am I?” I asked. He set down the tray then cut the rope that was tied to my hands, so I could eat. Then he said,

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“You are in the most famous spy division! But the thing is you now need to train, and you have to train before you can be a spy…”

“I always wanted to be a spy!” I said before I put a big bit of bread into my mouth, after I finished the bit,

“You didn't really answer my question Wyatt…”

“Well, it’s hard to explain-” Wyatt was cut off by a girl. She was complaining that she doesn't like bread, and the person that gave her the food said that you need to eat all the food on the tray, it was true that you need to eat all the food on the tray, but Wyatt was too kind to not care about that.

“Are you done with your food?” he asked me, I nodded, and he took my tray, then I realized that the tray had my name, and my role in life. That said, “faith, royal spy to high sky kingdom.” printed on the bottom of the tray. 

The girl that was complaining about bread stopped and walked over to me,

“Hi, my name is Harper, I’m half cat!” She said sitting next to me, swishing her tail, to make sure that she was half cat.

“Hi, I’m-” Said but cut off by Harper.

“Yes, I think everyone knows your name, faith.” 

“How- well I was going to ask you why you don’t like bread?” I asked.

Harper hesitated to answer, after a few minutes she said,

“I don’t know, I just don’t like bread.” 

I didn't reply to the answer, wanting to see if Harper would say something else, but she didn’t do so.  There was silence in the air, including the whole room.