Post by nicoℓe. on Jun 25, 2008 12:24:57 GMT -5
{name:Shea#|#picture:0}December 31st, 2007
I shouldn't do this.
I really shouldn't do this.
You can't swear paper to secrecy, because absolutely anybody in this world can read the writing on it. You can't guarentee that the exact person you don't want to find out about something never will.
Hiding things from people has never been easy for me. I'm a terrible liar, but I guess you could say that lying is what I do for a living. They always tell me 'It's not lying, it's protecting the truth.'
I've gotten to the point where I just can't believe that anymore.
I've been hiding one of the biggest secrets a kid can carry for the last 5 years of my life. Not a single soul on this Earth knows the truth about me.
Except for the people at Operation T.
No, I really can't do this. I said I was not going to put anything important down in this book for absolutely anybody to get ahold of. I made a promise that I would never disclose my cover, never speak about it, never write about it, and try not to even think about it. That gives you a better chance of blowing it.
But once I write this down, it'll be solid proof, evidence to use against me.
Enough to get me kicked out of the operation.
I've already given away too much.
Too much to prevent me from going on.
I've got to tell now.
So read this:
I'm Shea Robinson.
Spencer Robinson is my father. He's caught for the Mets for seven years, makes an annual salary of 1.3 million dollars, and divorced my mother, Claudia MacMillan 7 months ago. I'm pretending to be unaffected by it was really torn up inside. My dad thought that the Teens Down Under contest would be perfect for his image, and expects me to get extremely far, if not win the whole thing.
Now, read this:
I'm Shea Stevens.
My dad, Chris Stevens, owns a hardware store. My mom Haley Stevens, is a lawyer. I've got a twelve year old sister named Katrina who does ballet, and a nine year old little league pitcher for a brother named Ralph. They all think that I'm on my senior trip to Salt Lake City, Utah.
In other words, they know nothing.
Alright, I'll stop beating around the bush.
My name: Shea Alexander Stevens
Age: 18
Occupation: Spy
I'm not lying.
That first description is nothing but complete and utter lies. The sorts of lies that protect myself and the people in the second one, my real family.
I'm not Shea Robinson. I couldn't tell you if Spencer Robinson has a kid, or if Claudia MacMillan is even real. That whole story was a cover to get me into the Teenages Down Under competition to help prevent history from repeating itself.
Operation T is the family that my family doesn't know about.
I've been working for them for the last five years, going undercover in situations that adults wouldn't be able to fit in at. Things like a competition made especially for the teenaged children of famous people across the United States.
That's their main goal. We've all been highly trained, and I've gone undercover so many times that it doesn't even phase me anymore. The only thing that bothers me is that most of the time, I don't ever get to be Shea Stevens.
To be a spy, you've got to be able to act. You've got to sell it to people that you're the son of a billionaire baseball player who's got emotional issues now that their mother is gone. You've got to make them buy that you're not really trying to solve a mystery on the inside, but are just being a regular old teenager.
It can be extremely tough.
And I'm sick of lying...
Wow, that got a humongous weight lifted off my chest.
I've never written that down before, nor have I spoken the words 'I'm a spy' outloud.
But now...it's fair game for anybody to find out.
I guess I'll just have to keep this journal on my person from now on to ensure that nobody besides me ever gets ahold of it.
Because if they were to, my life would be over.
Anyways, I haven't really explained why I have to go to this thing in Australia. Operation T got rumors of...uh-oh, somebody's coming.
I've got to go.
-Shea
I shouldn't do this.
I really shouldn't do this.
You can't swear paper to secrecy, because absolutely anybody in this world can read the writing on it. You can't guarentee that the exact person you don't want to find out about something never will.
Hiding things from people has never been easy for me. I'm a terrible liar, but I guess you could say that lying is what I do for a living. They always tell me 'It's not lying, it's protecting the truth.'
I've gotten to the point where I just can't believe that anymore.
I've been hiding one of the biggest secrets a kid can carry for the last 5 years of my life. Not a single soul on this Earth knows the truth about me.
Except for the people at Operation T.
No, I really can't do this. I said I was not going to put anything important down in this book for absolutely anybody to get ahold of. I made a promise that I would never disclose my cover, never speak about it, never write about it, and try not to even think about it. That gives you a better chance of blowing it.
But once I write this down, it'll be solid proof, evidence to use against me.
Enough to get me kicked out of the operation.
I've already given away too much.
Too much to prevent me from going on.
I've got to tell now.
So read this:
I'm Shea Robinson.
Spencer Robinson is my father. He's caught for the Mets for seven years, makes an annual salary of 1.3 million dollars, and divorced my mother, Claudia MacMillan 7 months ago. I'm pretending to be unaffected by it was really torn up inside. My dad thought that the Teens Down Under contest would be perfect for his image, and expects me to get extremely far, if not win the whole thing.
Now, read this:
I'm Shea Stevens.
My dad, Chris Stevens, owns a hardware store. My mom Haley Stevens, is a lawyer. I've got a twelve year old sister named Katrina who does ballet, and a nine year old little league pitcher for a brother named Ralph. They all think that I'm on my senior trip to Salt Lake City, Utah.
In other words, they know nothing.
Alright, I'll stop beating around the bush.
My name: Shea Alexander Stevens
Age: 18
Occupation: Spy
I'm not lying.
That first description is nothing but complete and utter lies. The sorts of lies that protect myself and the people in the second one, my real family.
I'm not Shea Robinson. I couldn't tell you if Spencer Robinson has a kid, or if Claudia MacMillan is even real. That whole story was a cover to get me into the Teenages Down Under competition to help prevent history from repeating itself.
Operation T is the family that my family doesn't know about.
I've been working for them for the last five years, going undercover in situations that adults wouldn't be able to fit in at. Things like a competition made especially for the teenaged children of famous people across the United States.
That's their main goal. We've all been highly trained, and I've gone undercover so many times that it doesn't even phase me anymore. The only thing that bothers me is that most of the time, I don't ever get to be Shea Stevens.
To be a spy, you've got to be able to act. You've got to sell it to people that you're the son of a billionaire baseball player who's got emotional issues now that their mother is gone. You've got to make them buy that you're not really trying to solve a mystery on the inside, but are just being a regular old teenager.
It can be extremely tough.
And I'm sick of lying...
Wow, that got a humongous weight lifted off my chest.
I've never written that down before, nor have I spoken the words 'I'm a spy' outloud.
But now...it's fair game for anybody to find out.
I guess I'll just have to keep this journal on my person from now on to ensure that nobody besides me ever gets ahold of it.
Because if they were to, my life would be over.
Anyways, I haven't really explained why I have to go to this thing in Australia. Operation T got rumors of...uh-oh, somebody's coming.
I've got to go.
-Shea