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*DRAFT* S.P.A.R.R.O.W Chronicles Chapter 4Mindless Fun*DRAFT* S.P.A.R.R.O.W Chronicles Chapter 4 by Hannahhoo
After the events of Chapter 3
I was relaxed most of the time and worked hard on my gadgets. I was working on goggles to hide my identity. I managed to get my hands on some old flying goggles and put lights in them. They looked kinda creepy in the dark so I kept them and made an on/off switch. It was an easy time and my only worry was protecting my secrecy, really. I had two brothers who Sen confirmed, were indeed my brothers, Jon and Harry. They were both older than me, Jon was the oldest. I had not let them in on my secret and they were oblivious to anything that I had learned about the truth. I wanted it to stay that way. I wanted them not to have to carry the great anger against our intruding spies, posing as parents. I kept safe and secret, slipping out of my window after school and 'going to the park' on weekends. I thought this excuse would work and it did for the beginning. I was unaware that Jon was starting to get suspicious of me.
It was a horrid, rainy, T
*DRAFT* S.P.A.R.R.O.W Chronicles Chapter 3Fortune*DRAFT* S.P.A.R.R.O.W Chronicles Chapter 3 by Hannahhoo
Only about a week later
I was still wondering about 'Senicha Chi Lu' for a while after that summer day. It was a nice Saturday morning and I was eating my breakfast, a hearty portion of Weetabrix. Just as I was getting started the doorbell rang. I rushed to the front door and had to fiddle with the key before I could open the door. When it was finally open, there was nobody there – just a small white parcel tied with a red ribbon. This box was only just big enough for me to fit a fist into so I wondered what it could contain. I took it inside, locked the door again and finished my breakfast. There was a hand-written label on top reading,
'Miss C Wick
162 Road Street
LG 123 PST CD'
which was my name and address at the time. I opened it carefully to preserve the ribbon. Inside was a small fortune cookie. I broke it open and ate it thinking, but how? We don't get these things in England. Then I unfolded the message. It said 'You are ready. Meet me at the old