By the time mid terms rolled around. I had heard from some of my friends. They had a personal interview with a FBI agent about me. I have had three myself, each one being with someone higher up. Once Me and Becky returned from spring break at Daytona beach. I had a registered letter waiting at the campus post office.

I didn't even open it until I got back to our apt. I wanted Becky there to give me emotional support. If need be. I had to wait till almost 5 until she got home from class. I sat on the couch just staring at the letter.

“Hi, How was your first...... What's wrong?” Becky said as she came in the door. Putting down her back pack and purse. “What's that?”

“Certified letter.” I answered.

“From whom?”

“FBI.”

“why haven't you opened it yet?” She asked.

“I'm scared to. It might be a rejection letter.”

“Oh, come on. It also could be an acceptance letter. Since it came certified.”

“OK, Here goes.” I tore open the letter. Opened it with my eyes closed. Then I began reading. A huge smile appeared on my face and my eyes widened. I had been accepted
to the FBI academy in Virginia. As I read on. I am to report at the academy on July, 6 to start my training.

Included was a list of things to bring. I just glanced over it.

“I'm in.” I told Becky.

“Great, wait till I tell daddy he will be so happy for you.”

“Yeah, I can't wait to tell Mom and Tabitha too.”

School got out the middle of May. Me and Becky drove home.

Dropping off Becky at her house and then heading the short drive to my house. While I still had some of Becky's stuff in my car she said she would get it later. Pulling in the driveway. I parked in my usual spot in front of the garage. Behind where mom parks her 69.

I grabbed my purse and headed inside. Unlocking the house. I walked in.

“Mom, I'm home.” I called. Nothing. A note on the table that said. She had got to the store and will be back soon.

My phone notified me of a text. It was from Becky. “Can you bring my stuff down. I forgot it in your car.”

“Sure, be right down” I sent back.

So back out to the car I went heading down to Becky's.

Grabbing some of her stuff I headed to her door. Normally I just walked in. this time with an arm load. I couldn't. So I knocked.

Tommy came and opened the door. He had just graduated collage with his masters.

“Here let me grab that from you.”

Giving the load to him. I finally saw what was going on.

“SURPRISE” I heard.

“Whaaaaa?” was all I could manage. A big banner was across one wall in Becky's living room. It said. Congratulations, Sarah.

“Congratulations, Sarah.” Mom said as she came and gave me a hug.

Becky's Mom and Dad did the same thing. “Congratulations, to our newest member of the FBI.” Dad exclaimed.

“Well I haven't finished the academy yet.”

“Honey, I know that you will.” Mom said.

I wound up getting hugs from everyone there. Kaylyn and her parents were there, as was McKenzie and her boyfriend. Of course Tabby was there.

We had a great time, The party lasted until 10 when people began filtering home. Me and Mom went home about 11:00 after helping clean up.

Once home I changed and headed to bed. It was great sleeping in my own bed again. Even if it was only for a couple weeks. The time flew by. Next thing I know is that I was being taken out for a nice dinner by Mom the night before I was to leave. My car was already packed and ready to go.

Just before we left back for home. I had to do it. Tell Aunt Carman what I felt.

“Aunt Carman,” I started.

“Aunt” you haven't called me that in years.” Mom answered.

“Well this is a special time. I never thanked you for helping me stay alive. When Mom, Dad, Sarah, Sam and Jessica were killed. You helped me. You turned me into a girl to protect me. Made me become my sister. You taught me to be that lady I am today.

You showed me what I could accomplish as a girl. I know that I did make it hard at first. I finally became that girl. I wouldn't give it up. I am a girl now.”

“Well, it was either become a girl or you would have been killed. Someway they would have found you and you'd be 6 ft under. I know it was hard, but you embraced being female. Now you are moving forward in your life.” Mom stated.

I got up and gave her a big hug. I knew that I owe her my life and could never repay it. That fact was the motivation for my accomplishments I wanted to make not only Aunt Carman proud but the rest of my family up in haven.

I could barely sleep I was so nervous. But I finally got to sleep. I hit my sleep on my alarm twice. Mom had to finally tell me to get up. I hopped in the shower, put on a little make up, put up my hair in a pony tail finally got dressed. Something comfortable to travel in.

As I walked out of my room I smelt something delicious. Mom had made my favorite breakfast, french toast and bacon. When I sat down at the table I didn't think I could eat much with my nerves. However the deliciousness of the food told me other wise. I wound up eating 4 pieces, along with bacon, hash browns and apple juice.

“Just what I figured.” Mom mentioned.

“What is that?”

“I knew you were nervous but once you started eating it went away.”

“Mom, you know me as well as my real mother could.”

“So are you going to get your usual coffee at your other house this morning. On your way out.”

In a sad voice, “No, not today. I would wind up balling my brains out and not getting on the road. I'll take one from here.”

“OK”

Finishing my breakfast, I put my dishes in the sink and went to wash them.

“Don't worry about those I'll do them later.” Mom sounding chocked up. “You best get on the road.”

I just nodded. I got my purse and my coffee. I gave Mom and hug and a kiss. “Remember, it's not like I will never be home or call again. It is like when I went off to collage”

“Yeah, I know. But that was only a couple hours away. Not clear on the east coast.”

Mom walked out with me to my loaded mustang. While not as loaded as when I went to OSU. It was loaded with stuff I was required to bring. Getting in I started my baby up. The 5.0 had a nice growl to her. Putting her into gear. I eased down the driveway.

I gave a honk and waved as I pulled into the street. And headed towards the highway. I had figured to go my normal way back to Columbus. Then get on I-70 to head east. I didn't want to use the tollway.

Of course, the tears were there. But after a couple minutes I was able to stop. Turning up the local classic rock station. Once in Columbus I took a few short cuts I knew, by passing some of the traffic. I got on I-70.

Stopping for mostly only gas. I did get a little something to eat in Wheeling, W.V. Then back on the road. It was only about a 600 mile trip. Unusual for me I kept close to the speed limit. It was about 7 when I pulled up to the gate at Quantico. Home of the FBI.

I waited inline. Once it became my turn I pulled up.

“ID please” the guard asked

Like the paper work I had said. I gave him my ID and my acceptance letter.

“Thank you, Straight down this road, turn right on presidential ave, turn left at Martin road. It will be up on the left.”

“Thank you” I eased away. I was here. At the FBI academy. Following the directions. I pulled up to the building. I parked where the map I received told me too. Grabbed my purse and my small suit case. I headed to the entrance that was indicated.

Once I reached the door, it wouldn't open, the door was locked. I thought swell. Now what.

Then a voice came from above. “May I help you?”

“Ah, yeah. I am supposed to be here to start training.”

“NAME”

“Sarah Dunkirk.”

The door buzzed. I opened the door, it lead to a long hallway. I followed the hall till the end. Where I opened another door. It was a small waiting room. 3 others where there. Two other girls and one guy.

“Starting training too?” I asked.

“Yeah, just waiting have a seat.” one girl said.

I sat next to her. “Been waiting long?”

“a couple hours.” The other girl said.

“Really, Nobody has came or nothing”

“Nope” The three said.

“Well this is stupid.” The room reminded me of my Dr's office. A sliding window, and a door next to it. Nothing else.

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