BOOK 1: IDENTITY THEFT

Book 1: Identity Theft

I was walking home from school, looking down at my phone when I was knocked to the ground. "Hey! Watch where you're-" I start to say but stop staring into the eyes of a huge man. He was probably six feet, seven inches tall, with dark skin. His bald head glinted in the sun light. If I hadn't been looking at my phone I would've noticed him, because he was wearing a gray three-piece suit. He reached out with his hand to help me up, but as he did he twisted me around, binding my hands with a ziptie. As he did so, a florists van pulled up, the door slid open and I was pushed in the back. I felt a sharp pinch in the forearm, and with a shock, realized I was being drugged. The world spun and the last thing I saw was the door sliding shut.

I woke up with a blinding white light in front of me, and for a moment of complete horror, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. But then, the large man from the street broke through the light. "Hello, Andy Keelman," Says the man. "Who are you?" I ask. "My name is Albert O'Leary," He says, "You're going to tell us what we want to know. If you resist, well, we have our ways." I see the shining silver blade appear from his sleeve. "Ok. You've obviously got me confused with someone else. I'll just be leaving," I say as I try to stand up, but am forced down by the cuffs encircling my wrists. "Not today, I'm afraid," says Albert as I am injected with the drug again.

"Hmmmm...." Says the man behind the desk. "Apparently that was someone's real identity that we get to our agent," He says. "Yessir," the man in black combat gear says. "What do you propose we do about it?" he asks. "Well, Nigel, I suggest you find the person who is responsible for this and see that he is fired." he replies. "What about the boy? It is our fault." Nigel, the man in combat gear says, "I've decided to give that task to you." The man only referred to as sir says, "Yessir, I will assemble a task force immediately." Nigel says. "Dismissed, Nigel," he says.

When I wake up, I see that the blinding white light was just a lamp, and I'm in some sort of interrogation room. The door opens, and Mr. O'Leary walks in. "Good morning, Andy," he says as if this were routine. I say nothing, secretly working out an escape plan in my head. "Still clammed up, huh?" He asks, "Look, I'm not who you-" I say as he lunges forward and presses the dull end of his knife against my throat, cutting my sentence off. I swing my leg upward, in between his and send him sprawling, the knife spinning into the air. Somehow, I manage to catch it, in between my teeth.

I'm a black belt in Karate, so my kick had a lot of force behind it. I flip the knife into my hand, the blade facing me, and start cutting the cuffs. Albert tries to stand up, but I kick him again, hopefully knocking him out. I'm out of the cuffs in a couple of minutes. I stand up and notice some papers on a table. I go over to them and skim over them briefly. These people think I work for the CIA! I see a picture and it looks exactly like me. My identity was stolen by the CIA. That's just great. I walk over to Albert, and pull a ring of keys off his belt. I slip the knife into a belt loop on my jeans. I make my way over to the door, stick a key in, turn it, and twist the knob.

SUBMITTED BY BRYCE, 6-T