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Ik this is not any good.  But its the second draft that I’m working on,  and its waaayyy better than draft 1. But idk if anyone else will like this.

The SECRET Plan (2nd Draft)

 

CHAPTER 1

Joe

I could almost see her clear as glass sitting on the bench next to me. Her dirty blonde hair, her soft hazel eyes, her light unblemished skin, and that perfectly white smile. Then it faded like the wind. Only almost see, not really see, because she was not really there. The dull ach that set into my chest six years ago, returned with more force than ever. Would I ever see her again? Or was she gone for good?

“If only I could find you, Alice.” I whispered barely above a whisper, as if the empty echoey walls would hear, if I spoke any louder. “I’m so sorry. It was all my fault.” I said, chocking on a sob.

I wiped my eyes, trying to clear my blurred with wetness eyes to see the figure heading my way. Looking down quickly, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Don’t let them see you cry. Just swallow it back.

“Hey, you okay?” I painful jerked my head up, to see the speaker in front of me. Standing up quickly, I nodded. He was half a head taller than me, slight concern in the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen.

Glancing at the floor, I said. “Of course,” I glanced back up, “Who are you?” I had never seen him before. His hair, like his eyes, were dark, dark brown, slightly curling up at the top, but his skin was the opposite, light white.

He smiled an almost perfectly white smile; this guy seemed too good to be true. “I’m Jacoby Smith, we just moved here.” He put out his hand.

“Oh.” I shook it. “I’m Joe.”

“Nice to meet you. I talked with Brad, your brother? And he said we were about the same age. I’m seventeen, how about you?”

Oh, so he’s talking with Brad, is he? I inwardly clenched, locking my jaw. Why does Brad always have to interfere with my life? I tried to relax, so this guy wouldn’t see me explode, pushing Brad out of my mind I answered him in a lot-calmer-than-I-felt voice. “Sixteen. You move here alone?” I knew plenty of spies my age were on their own.

He shook his head. “No, thank God I’m not. Came here with my parents, and I think my dad is going to be the new head doctor over here.”

Oh, so this is a rich doctor’s kid, no wonder everything about him seems so perfect.  “Your dad is the head doctor? That’s cool. So that means you’ll stick around here for awhile.”

“Oh?” One of his dark eyebrows went slightly up. “So, we won’t keep moving every two years?”

Guess he was rich, and dumb. “No, you stay unless you are discarded, like high officers do.”

“Oh, okay,” He leaned his tall frame against the wall, “So how long are you here? What does your dad do?”

“I’m here permanently, unless I decide to move elsewhere. And I guess I didn’t tell you my last name? It’s Bentwood.”

He stood up off of the wall, eyes widening slightly, “Wait… like commander Bentwood? Your dad is the commander? That’s so cool!”

I forced a grin. “Yah, I guess so. Just makes it easier, where we don’t have to move all the time.”

“Yes, I assume so. I think it’ll be good for us to not have to move anymore…though that helped…” He looked down, a sad look coming into his eyes, but then like realizing I was here, he quickly looked back up, a smile in his lips, and the sadness gone from his eyes. “Won’t you be, you know, like next in line?”

I didn’t ask about the look or what he meant, if he didn’t want me to know I wasn’t going to ask. I wouldn’t want him getting into my personal life, not until I know I could trust him.

Oh man, this guy knows nothing. “No. That’s Brad.” Brad the ‘perfect child’ is in line next. He gets soon-to-be-commander, and I get nothing, other than staying in this one place. I sighed.

His smile lessened. “Oh. Right. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, not your fault.”

“I know, but that must be a bummer.  I’m the eldest, but I imagine it would be hard to be under the next in line commander. Sorry man.”

Hm, maybe this Jacoby guy is not so bad, kind of nice, and understanding…  “It is. Thanks.” I grinned, this time for real. “So, you’re the eldest, do you have other siblings?”

He hesitated slightly, then nodded. “Yah, I have a sister.” He looked around, like for something else other than smudges, and scratches on the old brown walls. “What about you?”

He kept studying the wall, which I guess somehow distracted him from remembering Brad. But something about the way his lips were pressed together in a straight line, the way his fist was slightly clenched, and the way his dark eyes got deeper, showed me he was dealing with some deeper pain. So, I did not push it, or make fun of him about it. “Just Brad, and another sister.”

It was strange, something about him was different, and made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time. And to tell him things I didn’t tell other people.

“O-oh. Okay, that’s cool.” He shook his head slightly, like how a dog shakes himself after her gets wet, then continued, looking at me instead of the wall. He now was looking a bit more relaxed. “I think I have to go…but can we talk more later, and maybe hang out some?”

I nodded, I actually wanting to know him better too. “Of course. I’ll meet up with you later.”

“Awesome, nice meeting you.” He started walking away, and turned back, a smile in his eyes and lips “Bye Joe!”

“Bye!” I called to him as walked around the corner, and I saw him no more.

As I sat back down, I felt something new, was it, maybe, a hope of a friendship? I’d shut out people for so long, since my best friend was taken, that I’d forgotten what having a friend felt like. I smiled. I think Jacoby will be a great option for a new friend.