I left home for the West Coast at seventeen, never loved the ocean but it called for me….That’s how I ended up with the deep-blue modeling agency.
My headset was staticky, finally, Joel’s voice came through. “Reach for the Nemo-looking fish,” he snapped a few photos and pointed up, time to move.
I memorized the coordinates, never leaving a paper trail. I grabbed the packs from underneath the coral and stuffed them into my duffel-bag. Nicknamed, Twelve pounds under the sea, a fool-proof exchange.
A mob of Agents stood waiting for us to pull ourselves, soaking wet, back onto the platform. I slowly released the dope, but Frankie-Fed was faster than the current, fishing it out with a net.
Joel and I were dragged away in cuffs. Joel took most of the charges after my paid lawyer quickly advised me to witness for the state.
Finally free…
“Isaac Martin.” A strange woman spoke, revealing her unfamiliar face as the dark-tinted window descended.
“Ma’am?”
“Invest in a better life.” She said. “My son once served in your occupation, losing more than six-months of freedom.” She sat silently reminiscing. “Come with me.” Reaching across the seat, she opened the door. With slim choices, I got in. She placed her hand over my heart. “This is what you must change. I have a project for you.”
We drove away….
I could see a basketball being hurled in my direction, I ducked. “Mr. Martin, come shoot some hoop.” The gymnasium was full of kids, all of whom knew my name.
“Yeah, okay.” I sat my clipboard down and dribbled a few feet before Junior stole the ball from me. I stopped, sighed and chased after him.
I needed a purpose in life and miraculously, I received one.
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