A loud noise woke me up. The shouts came from downstairs. They seemed to be my parents. I also heard a gun go off. What exactly was going on, and what was I going to do? I was well aware that I ought not to call the police.
My life and family were rather typical. I was leading the most ordinary lifestyle imaginable. Our standard of living was average. I used to go to school and occasionally get out with my buddies. Both my dad and mother were bankers. Before I discovered that trunk, my life had no thrills or adventures.
Although they were bankers, my parents would frequently arrive home late, spend extra hours at work, or occasionally not show up at all. They would give a range of excuses when I questioned why. That’s how my initial suspicions started.
One other thing that made me irritated was that there was a locked room in the house. You heard right, I was not allowed to enter the room. My parents used to often tell me that I would find out when the moment came when I would question why.
Like every morning, I woke up, but I had no idea what was about to happen to me. As usual on Saturdays, I was heading to the kitchen to prepare coffee when I noticed something unusual. My family was not home, and the door which was always locked and I was not allowed to access was open. Of course, I grabbed the chance because I was eager for some adventure in my life
I hurriedly entered the room. The interior didn’t suit my imagination at all. It’s nothing like what I could have had in mind. The room was completely dark, with the exception of the trunk in the center of it all. To be honest, I’m not sure why, but I felt a little afraid. I moved cautiously toward the trunk. When I realized I needed a key for unlocking the trunk, I ignored the key and kicked the trunk really hard, breaking the lock. I was shocked by what I discovered within the trunk when I carefully opened it up. Our family secrets were hidden in the trunk in the basement of our house. When I opened the trunk, I learned things that completely changed my outlook on life.
I could feel my head spinning. I learned a lot of stuff. As covert agents instead of bankers, my family was extremely wealthy. Gold, money, jewels, and numerous secret documents were all within the trunk. I was feeling like an awful person. I was not an unreliable person; if this secret had been shared with me, I would have protected it.
At that moment, I heard a voice. My parents arrived. They froze upon seeing me discover this huge secret. They later said they were sorry for not telling me, but I was upset. They told me they didn’t share this secret with me in order to keep me safe because they were terrified I would be in danger. I thanked them, assured them their secret would be secure with me, and went to bed.
I woke up to a loud noise. While my parents were shouting, there was a gunshot. Fearing greatly, I slipped downstairs in silence to see my family. Three men made an entry into our home. From what I’ve learned from the arguments, they uncovered that my parents were spies. My family and I left the city following a heated argument. My family felt terrible about being spies. They believed they were endangering me, but I didn’t mind. We took the trunk from our home and moved out of the city to begin a new life.