Secrets Revealed

Part 1

"So, I hope to see your projects next Friday, ready to be presented in front of the class. If not, you'll be deducted five points every day it's late, not including the weekend. Have a great day everyone!" The bell rang after your teacher, Mrs. Phillips, had finished talking about a 'family history' type project. You had one problem though:

Your parents were dead as far as you knew, killed in a horrific car wreck. Your godmother had taken you in, and you'd been living with her ever since. Sure, you could just explain that and do it on her, but she'd specifically told you never to look into her or your parent's past. Of course it was intriguing, but you promised her you'd never. This project would be tough, especially with trying to get a 100% on it. Maybe you'd talk to your godmother to try and get her to open up even the slightest bit.

On your walk home, you went over many scenarios in your head, thinking about how to approach your godmother about this project you had to do. By the time you reached the front door, you'd just settled on getting straight to the point. Maybe talk to her a bit about your day first, but when you get to your history class, get right to the point. It'll be less random, you thought.

Opening the door, you scanned the immediate rooms you saw, looking for her. "I'm home!" you yelled, getting the attention of your bird that was sitting in her cage like a good girl. "Hey Blu," you greeted, walking over to stroke her feathers, before venturing into the house more. You got to the kitchen, finding your godmother sitting at the kitchen table with her earbuds in, listening to an audiobook most likely, as she had the real copy in front of her.

She looked up from the book and saw you, a smile spreading across her face as she placed her book down on the glossy, wood table and taking her earbuds out. "Hey (Y/n)! Sorry, I was listening to my book and didn't hear you come in," she explained. You nodded and sat down across fro her, setting your backpack beside the matching wooden chair.

"It's okay, I figured that's what you were listening to," you said. "I'm going to get a snack real quick," you said, getting up after just sitting down to go to the pantry. You found a bag of Chex Mix, going for that and pouring some into a bowl. Being wise, you also grabbed some water to go with your dry food.

Your godmother wasted no time into asking questions. "How was school?" she asked you, putting her earbuds in her book as a bookmark, closing it, and pushing it to the side of the table, giving you her full attention. You placed everything down on the table, asked her if she needed anything (she replied no thanks), and sat down once more.

"School was pretty good. Math was a b- jerk as always, but Michelle made it pretty enjoyable. Science was kinda cool since we did a lab today, debate was debate, and History was okay. I have a project due next Friday," you said, going through your day quickly so you would get the question out there and over with.

At the sound of your project, your godmother got really interested. If she were a dog, her ears would've perked up and her head would've tilted. "Project? What's that about?" she asked you as you took a drink of your water after eating half the bowl of Chex Mix.

"It's about..." you started to back out, hoping you could just come up with some random shit and turn it in. Nobody really knew the truth anyways, so you could get away with anything that was realistic sounding. But, your godmother persisted and asked her question once more, not allowing you to back out. "It's about our family's past in a way. Mrs. Phillips wants us to make a presentation on our family and stuff and I was hoping I could finally look into that box-"

"Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, standing up and retrieving her book. You gasped at this raise in volume and sat back a bit. "You know the rules and that's breaking almost all of them. I can send your teacher and email telling her I don't want you doing this project, but you under no circumstance are you to go look in that box. Understand?" Her voice usually never got above a pleasant talking volume, but lord when you brought that up it was like she was yelling at you. The British accent she usually buries dug it's way out slightly as she got mad, but she regained composure so quickly you were sure everything you just witnessed was a mirage.

You nodded your head slowly as your godmother simply walked out of the kitchen. This would be hard now. The box was all you had about your parents. Your godmother had cleaned out a lot of their stuff before you were even awake (she had come in during the night to get it all before someone else could see anything), so you had nothing to go buy. Hell, you barely remembered what they looked like.

There was an argument bubbling inside of you, but you didn't want to start with her. She had never, other than just now, raised her voice at you, and you wanted it to stay that way. Your godmother was like your best friend, alongside Michelle that you had math, debate, and lunch with. She meant everything to you after you lost your parents. You were an only child too, so without your godmother Carol, you would've just been alone.

Sighing, you finished up the bowl of Chex Mix and put the dishes you used into the dishwasher. You grabbed your backpack, and went back upstairs to your room to work on your homework from the day. There wasn't a lot, so you finished it quickly and were able to look at Instagram for a while.

~~

About three hours later, your godmother came up and knocked on your bedroom door. "(Y/n)? I'm going out tonight! I'll see you in the morning!" she yelled through the door. You heard her footsteps get quieter, then down the stairs, and finally the door opened and closed. You sat up with lightning speed, then jumped out of bed. Your godmother wouldn't be home until late, because tonight was her monthly visit with her friends. They usually just go out, but it's one their birthdays, so you knew they'd go all out. You plan was going to work.

The box from your parents was up in the attic, the only accessible point to it was from you godmother's closet. There was a door with a string on it. As soon as you go in there, you pulled the string. You didn't want to waste anytime, because Carol could come home at any second and you'd be screwed.

There wasn't much in the attic, other than some old furniture that couldn't fit anywhere else and a couple other boxes covered in tarps (or whatever the hell they're called). You walked over to the closest box to you and opened it up, finding some old pilot gear of sorts. "Her husband must've been in the army or something," you mumbled aloud. Again, you didn't know much about your parents or Carol's past. It was something that was just never brought up.

You closed the box back up and went to the next box, opening it and immediately seeing a picture of...a family. There was a younger you, alongside a man and woman. You gasped in realization. "My...parents..." you whispered, grabbing the picture out of the box. You ran your finger along the edge of it and sniffed. Dust and your emotions got your nose stuffed up, and you had to take a minute to calm back down.

Delicately, you placed the picture to the side and looked through more things in the box. The next thing you found made your nostalgia vanish, and curiosity peak. There was a logo on the front of a cream colored folder; it was a circle with a sort of eagle in it. It was pretty weird, so of course you looked through it. They were files, documents, all with you parents names on them. Taped to one of them was a flash drive, so you put everything back in the box, flash drive in pocket, and brought the box to your room. You'd bring it back up after you got what you needed for you project (and looked through the other files).

You set the box onto your bed and retrieved your laptop from your desk. Sitting down on your bed, you opened your laptop and logged in, then shoved the flash drive into one of the ports on the side and waited for it to come on.

A window popped up in the middle of the screen, and it had the same logo as the folder. "What is this?" You asked yourself. There was a button at the bottom of the window that just said 'continue?' You presses it.

For a remainder of the night, you read through mission files and personal files of your parents. They were part of a secret spy organization...and you knew there was more to their death than a simple car crash. When you couldn't find anything on the flash drive, you started sorting through the paper documents for answers. When you thought you got to the last of the folders and stuff, you noticed that the corner of the box was lifted slightly. Thinking it was stupid, you still went and pulled it up. At this point you shouldn't be surprised, but you were when you found one more paper hidden under the bottom of the box.

You picked it out and looked at the top of the paper and read allowed, "Top Secret. Well not so much anymore." You turned it over and started to read it. It was your parents death certificate, with the words at the bottom 'How?????'

This got too overwhelming and you shoved everything back into the box, nearly shoving your laptop in there as well. Once it was all in the box again, you slammed the top onto it and hurried it back upstairs. Matching up with the dustless spot on the floor, you placed the box there and left the attic. There was no trace of your presence up there, so you went to your room and went to bed.

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You woke up in the middle of the night because you felt someone staring at you. To be safe, you slowly opened your eyes. You were laying on your back, so you had to be careful with opening them to not get noticed and have them hide. Suddenly you felt like an idiot. Carol could just be checking in on you, it's not like you were about to be killed.

But when your eyes were opened all the way, you saw 6 famous figures at the end of your bed, and screamed.

~Fin

For Now~

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! This is the first of a three-part imagine series I found on Instagram (no, I can't take credit for someone else's writing prompt). I read the first writing prompt and thought I could make something of it, and then two more popped up, and I decided to make a mini series inside this thing.

Thank you guys so much for 3k reads!!! It makes me so happy to see that people actually like my book and stuff!

As you know, you can always request and stuff just message me or leave a comment whatever you want! I'm going to go back and forth between this and other imagines so these chapters won't just be three in a row, cause what fun would that be?

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