2 2. I'm in.

- How do you know my name? - I say and he opens his eyes wider, oh oh, someone else has been lying apart from me and has forgotten the script.

- Ehhh ...- He is thoughtful, surely inventing something, well not my dear. I shake the gun at the same time I say - Three ... two ...-

- OK OK! I know everything about you Melody Brown, girl, 16 years old, only daughter of Lauren and David, long brown hair, green eyes and you go to Our Lady of the Pines institute. - He says seriously, how do you know that? He doesn't know that much about me either, you don't have to be very smart to know my hair and eye color in front of me, but he knows more than the normal strangers you accidentally bump into.

- Have you been spying on me? - I ask confused at this situation, bringing the weapon closer. He continues with his terrified face every time I wave the gun.

- Partly yes, we lacked information but I have enough information to know that you have been lying to me in all this talk, and although I knew that the mission was for you to realize that I was carrying a weapon, your performance has made me forget about That, you have managed to take it off me, which no one had done. - He says impressed - Going back to the topic, would you want to join the agency? - He asks me, the truth is that I still don't know what I want to do, although I like the idea, but ...

- How do I know I can trust you? .- That he has my data does not mean anything, it could be a guy obsessed with me and I falling into his calm trap.

-And now? What do you say? .- He says taking a badge out of his pocket and showing it to me. -Accept?

- The truth is that I do not dislike the idea, but ... don't you think I'm too young? - I ask you, people like this have to be specialized, not just anyone.

- We will give you a training like the ones we receive and we will teach you what to do, I like your character and I choose you because you seem like a harmless girl, you would be perfect for undercover missions, could you give me back the gun? You're making me nervous, at any moment you could shoot me, you'll have your weapons when you know how to use them. - I nod, I put the insurance on him and I give it back, I am excited about the idea of ​​carrying out missions - I think it goes without saying that you can't tell anyone about this, here is my card. - He gives me a card that says "Real Estate White" and I look at him confused - You call and answer. - He tells me, I nod and put the card in my backpack when suddenly I hear the ringtone of my cell phone and I take it out.

- Hi dad. - I say, Blake makes signs to me that he is leaving and I dismiss him waving my hand so that my father does not hear me.

- Melody, where are you? I don't see you ...- she tells me, with a serious tone in her voice.

- I am sitting on one of the benches that are in front of the supermarket. - I answer him, looking around, looking for my father's white car, fortunately I see him coming towards me, I raise my hand in case he has not seen me and agree He is getting closer and I see that he places his dark brown eyes on me and stops the vehicle, stopping it next to me. I quickly get up and tuck the bags into the back of the car to sit in the passenger seat. An uncomfortable silence is created between the two, well ... there has never been a comfortable silence between us, but this silence is very rare, believe me, they differ very well.

- Hey, your mother and I have to tell you something, I'm telling you now so that you can get ready - he says seriously after that overwhelming silence.

Oh oh, that sounds bad, right now is when I take a quick review of my life, thinking about the things that I did and that you may have found out, I haven't really done anything wrong lately, so I think I can rest easy.

- WHAT?. - I asked, confused and curious by her answer.

- My boss has assigned me to another place. - He says staring at the road.

- That good! I hope you do well to ...-

- We have to move - He blurts out so fast that it takes me a few more seconds to understand what he said.

- WHAT?! - It's not that I haven't heard it, I just hope I heard it all wrong, we can't move, I just have a minimal relationship with my high school classmates to move somewhere else and have to make another attempt to be sociable, I'm not saying That is antisocial, but it is difficult for me to let go with others, and in the end I end up being like a ghost that haunts the group, sad, I know, but it is what it is, I do not easily trust people, I will try to be more social in the another institute, but they just offered me a "job", what do I do? I don't know whether to call Blake and tell him, although maybe what Blake told me earlier is a lie.

- I'm sorry, but I can't refuse that offer, it took me a lot of work to get to that position - says my father, he doesn't seem to have the face of being sorry, but I will let him go, if I complain, we will leave anyway, there is no nothing that has me tied up here, I have no real friends, no boyfriend and the only relatives I have are my parents, on second thought, I think that leaving would not be so bad.

- Okay, whatever, I think I will survive this great tragedy. - Dramatic is my middle name. I hear a slight, very slight laugh while my eyes are closing little by little, it is as if I had a car detector, if I have nothing to entertain me automatically I fall asleep, and on top of that I was until one in the morning yesterday with him mobile, I love watching videos of riddles and riddles and was disappointed in myself when I miss the murderer.

I notice how they shake me strongly, I open my eyes and find my father's angry face, surely tired of calling me so much, seeing that I already woke up, he gets out of the car, I get up, take my things, some bags and go home.