Write A Narrative Essay About The Bahamas

I woke up to a parrot cawing at my window, annoyed and tired I got up to go wash my face in the bathroom. Half asleep I turned the water on and splashed it on my face and looked in the mirror. I had peroxide blonde hair, which was turning grey from age and grey eyes which popped with my pale skin. I was naturally pale and everyone I knew teased me, I was as white as paper yet I’ve spent the last 30 years in the Bahamas. Then from the sink I heard my wife of 15 years call out,
“Breakfast is getting cold! Stop looking in the mirror George you know you look fabulous that’s why I married you.”
I hated that name George, that name seemed like a white lie. I was living George Williams life, but I wasn 't him. But I couldn’t help but chuckle 25 years

I didn’t want to lose all my friends, especially not Abey. But would they even go after me? I wondered. To them I was already dead, they had purposely gotten rid of my plane that’s how I ended up here. I swam and washed up on the beach, but of course they didn’t know that. And If i was to go back to my home, Russia, they would shun me since I didn’t complete my mission. I suddenly came back to reality, how long was a standing here? Seconds, minutes, hours, days? Did anyone see the contents of the package? But the most important question was who sent this and why. I quickly ran under the house to the garage, where I hid the package behind a self. Abe would never find it she hated spiders, and that’s where spiders thrived. I was paranoid, if someone else finds it what will they say? I was pacing and running around with the package like how kids play hot potato. I discided to hide the package behind the shelf after all.
“George?” I felt a hand touch my sholder, I yelped and accidentally grabbed his arm and threw him on the ground. My spy reflexes still lingered from decades ago. However it wasn’t what I feared it was just Victor. Victor was the best surfer in the town though that was the only thing he could do. He couldn’t even spell his own name is he needed

There I found my old ‘spy’ shoes, they just had a secret pocket on the sole. flipping them over and had a hard time trying to open it, the water damage on them was really bad it caused the leather to stain horribly. Finally I was able to open the pocket, there was my old ring. The ring looked like a graduation ring but on the front was the soviet russia symbol, a sickle and hammer. I had graduated at the top of my class and this is what they gave me in exchange for taking me from my family. But I guess it will finally help me, I was going to sell it for the 10,000 grand I needed to keep whoever knows quiet. Then I realized, how and where am I going to sell it? I could ask Jerry to help me sell it on the ‘web’. He’s really good with computers and he would help me. For know that’s all I could hope for. I was going to pull him aside at the party and ask him to help