Bronwyn or James? (Prologue)

Four-o-clock on the dot, eight year old Bronwyn Weeks walked in her house and threw her school bag by the door before removing her shoes, “Mom! I’m home! You’ll never guess what happened… Mom?”

“I’m in the Family Room Honey.” Her mother called back, “Could you come here for a moment?”

Confused, Bronwyn followed her mother’s voice into their surprisingly spacious Family room, “What’s wrong?”

Sitting across from her mother on their Love Seat were two men in business suits, the one on the right had a black brief case and a suspicious bulge in his jacket, neither looked very friendly. “Sweetheart these men are from… I’m sorry where was it again?”

“Brinestone’s Acadamy of Advanced Learning.” The man on the left answered immediately, “Miss Weeks you are aware of the examination you recently wrote? The I.C.E Placement Examination?”

“Y-yeah… I wrote the test yesterday… my whole class did. Why?” She asked with a tentitive look at her mother.

“Honey why didn’t you tell me you wrote a placement test? You know I can’t afford to send you to some fancy school…” Her mother sighed wearily.

“Mrs. Weeks due to your daughter’s high scores on the examination, we at Brinestone’s are prepared to offer a full scholarship.” The brief case man supplied, “If, of course, she were to enroll in our full year programme. We at Brinestone’s believe that exceptional learners deserve to embrace their gifts fully, regardless of their social status.” He opened his brief case, pulled out a brochure ans handed it to Mrs. Weeks. “Were you aware that your late husband attended our acadamy in his youth?”

“Silvester didn’t like to talk about his childhood much…” Mrs. Weeks answered confused, “I’m sorry did you say full year? What kind of school doesn’t let out for summer?”

“We have a very structured programme, in order to give our students all of the advantages that they so rightly diserve. This requires year round studies and boarding on residence but of course. It is essential that we take these messures to ensure that they have every opportunity available to them. Family visits are encouraged on a bymonthly baisis of course.” The first man assured her with a smile that didn’t seem natural on his face.

“Wait a minute, no body mentioned anything about a boarding school! I just lost my husband and now you want to take my daughter away? I don’t think so!” Mrs. Weeks declared angerily.

“Mrs. Weeks you have my personal promise that your daughter will be taken well care of. We only have the best interests of a very gifted child at heart. Your daughter has the potential to reach heights completely uninmagined by anyone but her, if only she had the right teachers to guide her through her journey! Our Acadamy can provide ther with those teachers!” The man with the brief case exclaimed standing up.

“I don’t know…” Mrs. Weeks said bitting her bottom lip in frustration, “Bron? What do you think?”

“Well if daddy went there then how bad could it be?” Bronwyn asked innocently.

“Alright then gentlemen,” Mrs. Weeks said with a resigned sigh, “When do you want me to drop her off?”

The men shared a look, “Actually Mrs. Weeks, since the semester has already begun, and we would hate for a student of your daughters caliber to fall behind, we will nwwd to take her with us now.” The first man said carefully choosing his words.

“What?! But she needs to pack and say goodbye to her friends! How can you expect me to have her ready when she just got home from school?”

“Everything she will need will be provided for her at the Acadamy.” The man with the brief case stated, “Now Mrs. Weeks we just need your signature on this concent form.” He said as he handed her a form and a pen.

Mrs. Weeks took the form, but hesitated before she signed it, “Bronwyn, you’re sure you want to do this?”

Bronwyn thought carefully for a few minutes, “Yeah, I’m sure Mom.”

Mrs. Weeks signed her name, handed the form back to the brief case man and hugged her daughter. “Bron, I want you to take my locket,” She wispered in her daughter’s ear, “Promise me you’ll never take it off.” She descretly removed the necklace from her own throat and latched it to her daughter’s and carefully slipped the charm under her shirt collar.

“I promise Mom…” Bronwyn wispered back, confused but greatfull for the gift. “Bye Mom!”

“Goodbye Sweetheart,” Mrs. Weeks said as she let go of her daughter and a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Miss Weeks, if you’ll please come with us…” The first man said as he stood up to join his accociate amd lead her to the door, where she was allowed a minute to put her shoes back on and grabb her school bag. Outside waiting for her was a long black stretch limo that had not been when she first got home. As they drove away she stood up on the back seat to watch her mother waving goodbye long after they had left any vantage point.

A week later the Week’s home burned to the ground in a horrific fire that claimed the life of the house’s sole resident.

Bronwyn or James? (Prologue)

becteri

Oshawa, Canada

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This is the first chapter of the new novel/story that I am working on, it is about spy’s which explains the title, although as with the rest this title may or may not be changed in the future…..

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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