I didn't want this job. I only took it because they tricked me. Now I’m about to do something I will highly regret there is nothing I can do about it. I can’t back out. It’s all done now. Or, its about to be. I don’t want to be this kind of person any more. It’s totally wrong, and I hate it.
I bet you’re confused. I bet you’re thinking ‘What’s this girl talking about, has she lost it?’
Let me explain. It all started out like this:
Every once and a while, a man would come into my shop. Sometimes it was a woman. But it was always the same two people. At first I thought nothing of it. This was a business where people come in maybe once every day. Well, it is a Subway. That’s why I was so confused that day.
The morning started off like any other. I got up, showered, ate a bowl of cereal and then went to work.
The woman walked in as soon as I opened the restaurant.
“Hello, How may I help you?” I asked, putting on my gloves.
“I’m actually waiting for a friend.”
She took a seat in the closest table to the place where you make your sandwich. This was where I was working. I was practically working everywhere since I had to come in earlier than every one else today.
Finally her friend came in and they walked over to the bar.
“What type of bread?” I asked.
“We aren’t here for sandwiches, sweetie.”
“Oh, you want our pizza then?”
“No, Cameron. What we want is you.”
“Nina J. Phillips and Donnie W. Keshi. Cameron Marie Jenson, Correct?”
“How do you know my name?”
“We’ve been watching you.”
“I-I’ll call the cops. And Stacy is gonna be here any minute so don’t even try to pull anything.”
“Stacy isn’t going to be here for the next couple of hours, we made sure of that before we came.” Nina said.
“I can still call the cops.”
“You can but we will have you in a body bag by the time you hang up. Cameron, I suggest that you take a seat and listen to what we have to say or this could get ugly.”
“Ok, Nina take it easy.” I said, backing away.
“Call me Agent Phillips, not Nina. And, sweetie, part of listening to us doesn’t involve getting farther away from us.”
I slowly sat at the table they signaled me to.
“What ever it is you think I did, I didn’t do it. I’m a good child. Ask my mom, my dad, my manager, my-“
“Hush.” Agent Phillips snapped. “As Donnie said earlier, we have been observing you.”
“Yeah, and that’s kinda creepy.”
“It’s for a good cause.”
“What, to observe how I make my sandwiches…to-to make sure I wash my hands? Like, what reason would you possibly have to watch me?”
“We need you.”
“I can’t be a cop. I’m still in high school.”
“We aren’t asking you to be a cop.”
“What are you asking me to be.”
I was getting really weirded out. They knew my not only my first and last name, but my second name… Marie. I haven’t told any one my second name. And may I remind you that these people have been following me around for months, and now they are asking me to be something. And apparently they cant tell me what it is. Don’t forget that it is just the three of us and the closest phone was behind the counter or in Nina’s purse. And I wasn’t about to jump an agent.
“What do you want me to be?” I asked again.
They stayed silent.
“Look, in case you haven’t noticed I’m at work. If I can’t help you with anything, then I need to go.”
“You are helping us. From observing you I have noticed you have a special way of doing things.”
“I make sandwiches.” I said flatly. “How is that special?”
“Not that. Your posture. You’re on top of things all of the time. You have good reflexes. Agility.”
“Once again. I make sandwiches.”
Donnie rolled his eyes in frustration.
“Child, it’s in your eyes.”
They weren’t anything. Just boring old brown.
Donnie looked at Nina as if asking her if they should tell me something.
“We are in a secret group called the Y.A.A”
“What?” I asked.
“Young Agents Academy.”
“Never heard of it.”
“The government has to keep it hidden. So the children, that are agents, there don’t get hunted down again.”
“uh, ok. Well I’m not an agent.”
“No, not at all.”
“Not at all yet.”
“I don’t want to be an agent.”
“We aren’t asking you to, we are recruiting you.”
“Don’t we have a choice? Don’t I have a choice.”
“Well, I don’t want to go some place where I don’t have a choice. And what about my mom. And my dad. What’ll they think about two total strangers that have been stalking me for five months and then claiming to be some kind of agents. And then claim that they need their daughter to go to some Academy that they have never heard of because the government had to keep it hidden. Do you really think they will believe that?”
“No. that’s why we have a plan. You are going to go missing. Then they will find you dead.”
“I'm not going to die.” I said.
“I know, but people think you will. You’ll have a late shift, then not come home. The old man driving the car that hit you will bring you to the ambulance and then you will die there.”
“That is so not going to work. Why do I have to die? Like, why cant I just go missing. Wouldn’t that be easier? I mean, people will start looking, Then assume that I’m dead when I don’t turn out. It’ll save you and me a lot of trouble.”
“You’re very smart.” Donnie complimented.
“That’s exactly why we need her.”
“Look. I’m not that good at solving mysteries, beating people up, are being focused. I’m a high schooler.”
“It’s an academy. Not only do you learn math, science, English, and social studies, but you learn self defense and how to properly use a weapon.”
“What about my parents?”
“They won’t know.”
“So you are asking me to run away from home. Lie to my parents and my 10 year old sister about everything.”
“It’s not lying unless they ask.”
“No.” I stated.
“I don’t want to.”
“None of the people wanted to. I didn’t.” Donnie pleaded. “We need you Cameron.”
“Well…” I started.
“There is not ‘well’ , Miss Jenson. It’s a yes.” Nina pushes.
“Fine then. Just know I will not enjoy this. And I blame anything that goes wrong on you two.”
“So I suppose I have to go pack my bags now?” I asked.
“No. you can’t bring anything. We already have everything at the academy. It’s time to go missing. Cmon, lets go.”