My life's been gitting a lot more crazy ever since that guy gave me my phone. (i still don't know his name) I was riding my bike home from school on tuesday, and i was rilly hungry cuz some punk stole my penut butter samwich. I wanted to get home faster so i took a shortcut through an alley and i heard these guys talking, and they sounded really mean, so i hid.

"I'm telling you, i can't learn anything from her! She's to protective of those damn kids." Was what one was saying.

"So i stole confidential F.B.I information, AND got my **** stuck in a tree trying to get away from the police dogs for NOTHING?!" The other said.

"SHH!!! It's broad daylight! You want someone to hear you?"

"N-"

"Anyway, that document isn't so useless after all. I tapped into the F.B.I mainframe, and i found out where he is. The problem is, that woman with the kids knows where i live, and she might come snooping around for an apology or something."

"Which means?"

"Which means, i might have to take care of some business before some infor...sh, i think i hear something."

I got super scared then, and rode as fast as i could all the way home. When i got ther my heart was beating so fast i thot it would explode! I couldn't get just one thought out of my brain...the one who stole the document works for Kevin. And now i don't know what to do! I know i have to report it, and i will...but i'm afraid...i'm afraid that he'll find out i know about his plan, and-and he'll kill me. Or worse, maybe he would kill mom...!  God help me...before its too late...