OUR ENERGY NEVER DIES

            Something marvelously lived 23 years ago in block B about 20 minutes from the downtown . Bill Hopkins, nobody knew about him exactly except his woman, Alexa Hopkins. Next 6 years, there was me in the mid of them and always just me until now. For your information, I got a super super power from him, my dad, Bill Hopkins. 

            In the 16th birthday I got my very first project and I passed it smoothly. Now, I’m 19 years old, and it’s not too young for me to get my Beretta 92A1 9mm Pistol. It is made in  Italy with 34.2 oz. and it has a range of 30 - 50 yards maximum. It costs $678.00.  I'm brave to bet that you will think it twice to buy it by yourself.

So now, can you mention who am I  exactly?

You may be not belive it, I got my identity from my dad, a retiring secret agent of CIA. Yes, I’m Amanda Hopkins, a secret agent of CIA since 3 years ago. I will not tell to you about why and how I can be a secret agent of CIA.

I have a fulltime energy, i’m stronger and worryless, i hate nothing except the sun. It’s too hot and shiny. I love night but i hate the moon. The moon is related with the Sun. As a secret agent, I work with my right brain to fulfill my curiousity. It forces me to move faster, but faster isn’t always from walk to run or from normal speed to race.

Now, I wanna share my umpteenth project from CIA. It was such an odd job, I didn’t get any team and there was no title for it, indeed I was given an outstanding pistol and I got the clues.

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January 23th 2017, I went to the post office at 03.30 pm, 12 minutes from my house. I just stayed in the car and waited nothing. My eyes was on one's guard to see over the post office. Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, I passed it. My watch showed 07.15 pm, I looked the package was brought into the car.

Do you know what will happen next?

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Who did send the package? Where will the package end?

The one important for me was to keep watch the package until the destination, then I have to be a guest there.

Hah?Wait! Be a guest? Oh my God! Why? Why?

I never realized that it would be ended with my visiting. Every project never end like this, I never showed my self. No! No! It will not end slightly if I get a sophisticated weapon.

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I know many things, i know many things exactly from my dad. That’s why I’m 19 years old girl that stand here with my 9mm pistol. I’m not high as you thought, It just looks masculine with black jacket and feminine with a wedges on the same color.

But, the one that makes me suspicious is why I have to be a guest? Will the package end in a mayor house? Or in bank? Or maybe in a pastry shop? Or it’s just turn around and suddenly end in my home? Oh, seriously? I think that I need to move to another planet, yeah!

So, Let’s think about it!

First, I got a new project on my birthday. Second, I got a really really modern pistol. Third, the project is just to keep watch a package until the destination. But, fourth, why I have to be a guest? Why I have to showed my self? How if this project is just for attack me? Or am I the target?

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Well, Let’s back to the story line!

The box car left the post office after 50 minutes. It’s time to work, guys! I think the car was going out from the town. And... Yups! I got it. No more mistake, The car was head to the beach!

Ten hours left, the box car was stopped in a countryside post office. It was morning that there was no rustling wind beach again. It looked like busy town for paper trade. There was many spindles wood inside a fancing yard.

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Look!! A courier brought the package to deliver it to the receiver address. I was follow him behind. I passed a small savanna and ....... Oh, it’s so wonderful. The peak is wonderful. I could look the peak of a hill from here. Actually, I hate this time, ‘cause there was sun shine that I could not avoid it.

I enjoyed the scenery for about one hour. I was singing one of my favorite song, American Boy by Estelle.

“Take me on trip I'd like to go someday.

Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco bay!!

I really want to come kick it with u

You'll be my American Boy

American Boy”

Ten minutes after the view of a peak lost from my sight, I arrived in front of a huge building. I have see kinds of wonderful buliding. If you ask me, what is my favorite? I answer this building is. All of my negative thoughts about this project was lose.

So, the last job was come into the building, be a guest. I said to the courier, then I brought the package together into the building. There was no bell and I was welcomed with a mirror door that reflected my body on it. Can you imagine it?

My imagination was flying high and higher. It was the outside of the building and it has made me impressed, so how about the inside? The door opened and suddenly a man voice greeted me.

“Good Morning, Ms. Hopkins. I glad to greet you, a secret agent of CIA. Leave the package in the corner! Do not be afraid and go inside the building by following the green light on the wall.You almost finish your job.”

            I followed what the speaker said and then i reached the epicentrum. I started to realize what kind of this place. That was the biggest Solar Cell in USA. I wanted to go back, then I turned back and I saw my dad stood in front of me. How shocked I am!

            I understood what he wanted to me. Why He sent the package was the clue for me to get here, but I did not know what is the reason.

My dad said, Good Job, bunny. You have finish your project. Now, You have to listen to me. Love all of  the God creation! Do not be afraid of them! The one that you have to do is to face it by your self. Running away isn't the answer, alright?You have to find within yourself the way to handle it! Force yourself and attack the negative thoughts!

 My energy, my mind, my studies, my feeling can be unworthy if I still have a hatred in my  heart. How small is that, It must be change with feeling to make a perfect thing, to finish project clearly and to love the other sincerely.

It may be not too relevant with me as a secret agent, but It’s the most important, a moral study. How genius I am, it will not be special without good moral. Hatred is our weakness. How can I hate the Sun? The source of every single part of this universe. The creation that own super power. I admire many things but why I have to hate the Sun, my energy, your energy, our energy. The energy never dies.

So guys.... As a teenage, We have to delete all of the hatred from our mind and our heart. Then we will have the pure energy. The Youth Energy. Our energy never dies.