Personal Narrative-Becoming A Homecoming Queen

One morning, I sat reflecting upon the many years of my life. I had transformed into a completely new person, and the difference shocked me every time I thought about it. Some of my friends from highschool no longer recognized me,which proved to be necessary. I remember the day that I started on the journey to become who I am today. I was barely 18 on that fateful day, the day I became queen...well, homecoming queen anyway. At my school, at 45 degrees N, 94.5 degrees W, I was voted to be homecoming queen mainly because no one else wanted it.
The night of the dance finally arrived, after a whole week of sitting in class a day, daydreaming about the dance. I awaited my entrance cue; every moment feeling longer than the one before. While I stood there, I caught a voice whispering. I figured that one of the

students inside the gym conversing with one of his or her friends, but then I made out words such as ‘spies’, and ‘terrorists’. I decided to investigate, and so I followed the sound of the voices, which was surprisingly easy, considering the band played in the gym. The voices led me to a dark hallway, behind the gym. I snuck up to the door. Inside, I heard voices arguing.
One of the voices spoke, “She must be relocated to 49 degrees N, 2 degrees E for her own good.

Those assassins will stop at nothing to get a hold of her, which would have devastating consequences, as I believe we all know.”
“It’s too dangerous,” another voice cried, “We have not prepared her for this life, it may be considered murder if we sent her out there

alone.”
Next, I detected a woman’s voice, soft, but as one with authority, “I will journey with her to ensure her safety. I know I may complicate matters if I linger here.”
I recognized the voice, but it surprised me more than words can say.
My mother spoke again, “We should simply ask her for her opinion, as she is standing right outside the door.”
At that, the door opened, and I nearly fell on top of my mother. I looked around the room. It was small, with only one table, and a few chairs. In those chairs sat two men, one was old, with a pudgy face, and the other was younger, probably in his early 30’s. the both stared at me as if I had a pineapple for a head, well, not quite like that, but you get the idea.
“My dear,” my mother spoke, “This is Mr. Smith, and Mr. Smith. Our real names are not used here. Also, you should know that here I am known as Mrs. Smith. It will make sense in a moment.”
The older Mr. Smith looked at me and back to my mother. She nodded.
He began “Miss Smith, you must understand that we make-up a portion of a secret organization working for the United States government to unveil any terrorist movements within our country.

Our headquarters is located at 29.5 degrees N, 95 degrees W, which, should you survive to become a full-time agent, you shall visit there for more ‘official’ training. For the time being, we are attempting to stop a terrorist group known as the black hand. They are extremely dangerous, and have many connections, considering they have found out your mother’s true identity, as well as the fact that she has a daughter. If captured, you will prove a very powerful pawn in their game. We cannot allow this to happen. We spoke of relocating you to 49 degrees N, 2 degrees E for the time

being.”
At last it was my turn to speak. An idea had been brewing in the back of my head from the time he mentioned the terrorist group. “Where is the terrorist group located?” I ventured to ask.
“We believe they are either located near 47.5 degrees N, 91 degrees W or 44 degrees N, 104 degrees W. Why do you ask?” responded the younger Mr. Smith.
“What if you used me as bait and let them capture me? If you put a tracking device in me, then we may be able to penetrate their home base,” I replied
The older Mr. Smith looked at me and spoke, “We do not want to put you in harm's way.”
“I am willing to take that risk, if you are,” I said, and as I spoke I looked to my mother, and I saw pride shining in her eyes.
The younger Mr. Smith declared “She takes after her mother.”
And that, dear fans, is how I started my career in the spy business.