A New Identity

A 17 year old girl's life is turned around when her house is blown up and she realizes that she is not who she always thought she was. Her foster parents died with the house or so she thinks and her real parents are alive. She embarks on a journey with her best friend Jack to revenge her foster parents.

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14. Chapter Thirteen

Pew. Pew. Pew. Light after light clicked on, illuminating the never-ending hallway of deposit boxes. "Wow." Jack so eloquently said. "Yep. That about sums it up." I replied, "What exactly is this place?" "Y-You don't know?" the lady asked. I could still see remnants of fear on her delicate features. "I forgot. Is that a problem?" I asked her, rather harshly. I knew an advantage when I saw one and I was not going to hesitate because of some moral dilemma. "N-no, of course not." There was a lengthy pause. "Achemm?" I cleared my throat expectedly. "Oh right. Um, well. There are deposit boxes for normal people upstairs-" she started explaining, when I interrupted, "Normal people?" "Yes. Politicians, senators, the rich men and women of the world. And then there are the boxes downstairs, for the others." She finished, abruptly. "Ah. Number 298. Here I'll leave you to it." I watched her walk away, her heels clacking with every step. Finally the door shut. I didn't know what was in here and I wasn't about to tell the world. "OK. Let's do this." I turned the box around in my hands, "Ok, how in the hell do you open this thing?" I looked at Jack. "Uh. I don't know. Open Sesame?" "Really Jack, really?" Beep. The side of the box slide open. "Ha!" Jack yelled, "I was right." I rolled my eyes, "Savor this moment. Because that will be the only time that that phrase will ever work."

I looked inside the box. All that was in there was a bag. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What is it? A tiny bomb? A key to a super secret mystery base? An unlimited iTunes gift card? Ok. It probably wasn't that last one. Wishful thinking. I held in a sigh. I poured the contents of bag into my hand, I could practically feel Jack's excitement emanating from him. Silence. "What?" Jack muttered. "It's a cube." I replied, oddly disappointed. In my hand was a solid midnight black cube, about an inch-by-inch. I shook it. Nothing. I dropped it. Nothing. I gave it to jack, he licked it. Still nothing. Sighing, I put it in my pocket. "Well. That was a waste of time." We walked back out through the door, into the camera-less room, where we were met with a wall of black. I looked up, it was the Men-In-Black! "We're going to need you both to come with us." Jack and I swapped looks. We were in trouble.

 

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