Narrative Essay On Becoming An Agent

Complete silence filled the house as I look at the blinding red LED light on my clock that read 3:08 A.M. Sitting in the clothes I had worn to school that morning, consisting of a maroon sweater with ripped jeans, with my hair in a bun to keep it out of my pale face. I heard the back door slowly creak open with that distinct gut-wrenching creek. I remembered my dad was working late today so I went downstairs to say hi to him. As I am halfway down the slippery oak stairs I almost fall when I hear what sounds to be my mother in a panic of screams. I ran as fast as I could, seeing someone bust through the front door with force trying to get out. I ran even faster my heart ready to explode. I get to my mom's room and all the blood drains from my face she is lying there, blood everywhere and the knife still in her side, everything went still, completely still, and the
Today is the day I become 18. Now I am old enough to become an agent! I get in my car I like to call Rust Bucket. It’s a run down car from 1999 and the only thing holding it together is duct tape. I get to this building that looked very high-tech. I walk in and the secretary greets me with a kind and gentle “Hello”
`I respond with “Hi I am here for the job interview.” She slowly got up walk over and showed me to an elevator.
She then said, “press this button and walk in, the boss will be waiting for you in the room to the right”.
I walk in, then press the button, I get up walk into the room and a man with a fancy suit that looked like it was thousands of dollars and his hair the color of a gray crayon. I sit down at the desk he stared at me looked up and down, got up and walked out of the room. I sat there confused, a few moments after that I turned around and gasped there were men in black hoodies and masks sprinting right at me. For the last two years I have been training in Taekwondo and I am a certified black