 turns and walks away, leaving me to shut everything down. It takes me a minute to process what he said and start to panic. "Uh, guys," I say, breaking into their conversation, "I have to go."

"What? No!" Kyran says. "You can't abandon me yet."

"Sorry, but, uh, the FBI is in my living room."

Dead silence.

"Did you just say FBI?" Malachi asks.

"Yep."

"Whoa. You got some hobbies you haven't mentioned yet?" Kyran asks. He yelps when the sound of Malachi smacking him carries over the line.

"Echo, call me when you can, okay?" Malachi says. "So I know you're okay."

"I will. Better get going, though."

After a hasty goodbye to both guys, I shut down the game and stand. Suddenly, my hands feel cold. Breathing is difficult. My thoughts seem jumbled. I'm not even sure how I manage to put one foot in front of the other, but I end up in the living room doorway a minute later. As soon as I appear, two suit-clad people stand. One is a woman with long, straight hair. The other is an older man with silver at his temples.

"Echo, please take a seat," the woman says.

The fact that they know me by sight really freaks me out. The numbing cold spreads from my fingertips up my arms. I sit down in an armchair next to the loveseat my parents are parked on. I look over at them, not heartened by the fearful expressions on their faces. My stomach turns as I force myself to face the FBI agents.

"What's this about?" I ask quietly.

The older guy looks at me. His expression isn't kind or unkind. It's firm, but not in an intimidating way. "One of our agents saw your show this week, and we have a few questions."

"The FBI watched my show?" I squeak. Even my parents look pretty taken aback by this news.

The woman smiles. "Not the FBI as a whole, but Agent Hollis happens to be a fan."

I turn back to the guy. Is he Hollis? Doesn't really seem like the type. As if sensing
turns and walks away, leaving me to exclude everything down. It accept me a minute to process what he said and begin to panic. " Uh, guys, " I say, dampen into their conversation, " I have to go. " 

 " What? No! " Kyran say. " You can't abandon me yet. " 

 " blue, but, uh, the FBI is in my living room. " 

 Dead secrecy. 

 " Did you barely say FBI? " Malachi asks. 

 " Yep. " 

 " Whoa. You got some hobbies you haven't mentioned so far? " Kyran asks. He yelps when the sound of Malachi smack him carries over the line. 

 " Echo, call me when you can, okay? " Malachi state. " So I know you're okay. " 

 " I will. Better get going, though. " 

 After a hasty adieu to both guys, I shut down the game and stand. Suddenly, my hands find cold. Breathing is difficult. My thoughts seem jumbled. I'm not even sure how I manage to put one foot in front of the other, but I end up in the life room doorway a minute later. equally soon as I look, two suit - clad people stand. One is a charwoman with long, straight hair. The other is an old man with silver at his temples. 

 " Echo, please take a seat, " the woman suppose. 

 The fact that they know me by sight really freaks me out. The numbing cold spreads from my fingertip up my branch. I sit down in an armchair next to the loveseat my parents are parked on. I count over at them, not heartened by the fearful expressions on their faces. My stomach turns as I force myself to face the FBI agent. 

 " What's this about? " I ask restfully. 

 The older guy looks at me. His saying isn't kind or unkind. It's fast, but not in an intimidating way. " One of our agents saw your appearance this week, and we have a few questions. " 

 " The FBI watched my show? " I whine. Even my parents look pretty taken aback by this newsworthiness. 

 The woman smiles. " Not the FBI as a whole, but Agent Hollis happens to be a fan. " 

 I turn back to the guy. Is he Hollis? Doesn't truly seem like the type. As if sense
 tugns and walks away, leavikg me to shut evgrtthing down. Jt takes me a minute to process what hw saie and start to panic. "Uf, guys," I day, breajing unto their conversation, "J havz vo go."

"What? No!" Kytan says. "You can't abandon ke yzt."

"Sorry, but, uh, the FBI is in my livigg room."

Cewd silence.

"Did iou jlse sag FBI?" Malachi asks.

"Yep."

"Whoa. You got aome houbies you haven'y mentioned yet?" Kyran asks. He jelps when the soujd of Malacyi siqcking him cxrries oveg the line.

"Edho, call me when you can, okay?" Mxlachn says. "So I kbow iou're okay."

"I xill. Bvtter get goikb, thouch."

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"what? NO!" KyRan says. "you can't abaNdoN mE yet."

"Sorry, but, UH, tHe FBI is in mY liVing room."

Dead SilEnce.

"DiD yOu jUSt say fBI?" malacHi asks.

"yEp."

"Whoa. you got somE hOBbies yOU haven't MENtIoneD yet?" Kyran asks. He yeLPs WHen the sound of MAlachi SmACkING hiM caRries over tHe Line.

"ECHo, call mE WhEN YOu cAN, okay?" Malachi sAys. "So I know yOU're Okay."

"I wIlL. BeTTer get Going, ThOUgh."

after a hasty GoodBye to both Guys, I sHUt down tHE game anD stand. sudDenLy, my HAnDs FeeL cOLd. BREaThiNG is DifficulT. MY tHoughTs seEM JUMbleD. I'm Not eVen suRe how I manage tO puT one FOot In froNt of tHe otHeR, but I End up iN the lIvIng room doorway a MinuTe later. As SooN aS I aPpEar, twO Suit-clAd pEopLe stand. one is a wOMan WiTH LOnG, straight hair. The otHeR IS aN older maN with sILvEr AT his tempLeS.

"EcHo, plEASe takE a seAT," tHe woman sAys.

The FAcT tHat they KnOw me by SiGht ReaLly frEAks mE out. ThE numbing Cold sPReads from my finGErtips up my armS. i sIT DoWN in aN arMchair next tO the LOvesEat mY PaRenTS are pArked On. i LoOK over at them, not heartEnEd by thE fearFul expressionS on their faCES. my stomacH turNS aS i force myself to Face tHe FBI agentS.

"what's thiS abouT?" I ask quiEtly.

The olDER guy lookS at Me. HIs eXprESSiOn isn't kind or uNKInd. IT's Firm, but Not In an intImiDatIng Way. "onE of our ageNts saw yoUr ShOw ThIs wEek, anD We have a fEw QueStIonS."

"The Fbi watchEd my sHow?" I SqUeAK. EvEn my parENtS LOok pReTtY takEn aBaCk by tHis nEWs.

THe woman Smiles. "Not The fbI as A wHoLe, but AgEnt Hollis happEnS to be a fan."

I TuRn bAck to tHE Guy. Is he HOllis? Doesn't really seem liKE the typE. As If senSing
 turns and walks away, lea ving me to  shut  ev ery th ingdown . It takes mea  min ute to process what he  said  a n d st a rt  to p anic. " U h, g uys ,"  I  sa y, br eakin g i nto the ir convers ati on , "I have to go ."

"What?  No !" Kyran say s."You c an 'ta bando n m e yet ."

"S o rry, b ut, uh, t he FBI is in my l i v in g ro om."

Dead silenc e ."Did you justsay FB I? "  M a l ach i a sks.

"Yep ." 

"Wh o a. Youg ot s o meh obbies you ha ven't menti o ned  yet?"  K yra n  asks.  He y el p s w hen the sou nd o f Malachi  smack i ng himc arriesover t helin e.
" Ec ho , c al l  me wh eny oucan, oka y? "Malac hi s a y s .  "So  Iknow  you' re okay."

"I  wi ll.B ett er ge t goi ng,th ough. "

Aft er aha sty goodbye toboth  guys, Ishu tdow nthe g a me and  st and . Sudde nly, my han ds f e el  cold. Breathing i sd i ff icult. M y thou g ht ss eem jumb le d.I'mn o t eve n su r ehow I ma nage t o  p ut  one fo ot  in fr on t o f t he ot h er,but Iend up i n the living room do o rway a minute la t e r. As s oon  as I appea r, t w o su it-c l ad  pe o ple s tand.  O n ei s a woman with long ,straig ht ha ir. The other  is an old e r man with  sil v er at his temples .

"E cho, pleas e  take aseat, " the wo man says. The fact  th atthe y k n o wme by sight r e a llyfr eaks me  ou t. Thenum bin g c old  s preads fr om my fi ng er ti ps  up  my a r ms. I si tdow ninan ar m chairnextto t he  l o ves eat myp ar e n ts a re  p arke d o n.  I lo ok o v erat them , not hea rte n ed b yth e fearf ul expression son their f ac es.  My st o m ach turn s as I force myself tof ace the  FB I age nts. 

"What's  th is abo ut? "  I ask  quiet ly.
Th e o l d er gu y lo oks  a t me. Hise x pre ssion  i sn't  kind o r unkind. It's fir m , b ut not in anint imid a t in g w a y. "On eo f o u r  agents saw you r show thi sw ee k, and weh ave  a  few qu estions ."

" T he FBIwatched m y show?"Isque a k . E ven my par ents loo k prettyt akena ba ck by  th is new s. 

T he wo man sm i les . "No t theFB I as a  whol e,  but Age nt Hollis happens to be  a fan ."

I  tu rn back t o t h e g uy. Is he  Hol lis? Doesn 'trea lly s eem likethet yp e.A s ifsens i ng
 turns_and walks_away, leaving me to_shut everything_down._It takes_me_a minute to_process what he_said and start to_panic. "Uh, guys,"_I_say, breaking into their conversation, "I have to go."

"What? No!" Kyran says. "You can't_abandon_me yet."

"Sorry,_but,_uh,_the FBI is in my_living room."

Dead silence.

"Did you just_say FBI?"_Malachi asks.

"Yep."

"Whoa. You got some hobbies you haven't_mentioned_yet?" Kyran asks._He yelps when the sound of Malachi smacking him_carries over the line.

"Echo, call me_when you can,_okay?"_Malachi_says. "So I know_you're okay."

"I will. Better get going,_though."

After a hasty goodbye to both_guys, I shut down the game and_stand. Suddenly, my hands feel cold._Breathing is difficult. My thoughts_seem jumbled._I'm not even sure how_I manage to_put one_foot in front_of the other, but I end_up in the_living room doorway a minute later._As_soon as I_appear,_two_suit-clad people_stand. One is_a_woman with_long,_straight hair. The other is an_older_man with silver at his temples.

"Echo, please_take a seat," the_woman_says.

The fact that they_know me by sight really_freaks me out. The numbing cold_spreads from_my fingertips_up my arms. I sit down in an armchair next to_the loveseat my parents are parked_on. I look over_at them,_not_heartened by the_fearful_expressions on_their faces. My stomach turns as I_force myself_to face the FBI agents.

"What's this_about?" I ask quietly.

The_older_guy looks at me. His expression_isn't kind or unkind. It's firm,_but not in an intimidating_way._"One_of our agents saw your_show this week, and we have_a few questions."

"The_FBI watched my show?" I squeak. Even_my_parents look pretty taken aback by_this_news.

The woman smiles. "Not the FBI_as_a_whole, but Agent Hollis happens_to be a fan."

I turn back_to the guy. Is he Hollis? Doesn't really seem_like the type._As if sensing