“Kid Narc and The Naughty List”- 1st Chapter
It was the best of times.
It was the worst of times.
It was Christmas time.
I woke up to the sounds of a helicopter circling above my house and knew it cold mean only one thing; my cover was blown and my life would never be the same.
THEY CALL ME KID NARC
They call me Kid Narc. I don’t know exactly what that means but I think it has something to do with my family and looking for bad guys. You see my mom works for the FBI just like my grandpa. They actually spend all day searching for those really bad guys who sell drugs, and I don’t mean the kind you take when you have a fever. My grandma was an international super-detective for the CIA looking for criminals all around the world. That makes her a super-cool grandma, but also pretty strict with me.
So I guess you could say it’s just in my blood. I didn’t start out thinking I’d be a detective. It’s not something I even planned, buy maybe it was just meant to be. You see, when I see trouble, I just can’t let it go. That’s my super power! Right is Right and Wrong is Wrong and it’s my duty to set things straight.
DO GOOD
I guess I should start at the beginning. My mom is really kind. She’s kind to my dad, kind to my little brother and kind to me. She’s even kind to our three cats who have made themselves right at home in the cabinet above the refrigerator. She calls it their condo. I guess that makes her a cat lady whatever that means, but that’s besides the point.
My mom thinks I’m pretty, even if I wear glasses. She also thinks that I’m pretty smart and pretty nice. That makes her a really nice mom and me lucky.
Lately, she’s been talking a lot about how we should all try to make the world a better place. So I’ve been thinking about this and wondering what I could do to help. I hear abut people fighting wars in far-off places, but I don’t think I could help there. Some people don’t have houses, but like I already said, we have three cats living in a condo right inside our house so there’s no room for anyone else. And of course, I can’t vote.
And then it came to me, I could help Santa!
THE NAUGHTY LIST
Santa is my favorite person in the whole world and Christmas my favorite holiday. In my opinion it’s the best day of the year, even better than my birthday. And that’s saying a lot since I love the chocolate fudge birthday cake my mom bakes for me. I especially love sneaking into the kitchen at night after I’ve brushed my teeth to get some, but don’t tell anyone especially Dr Brilliant (yes that’s her real name) who’s my dentist. I think there’s absolutely no better way to end my birthday celebration. After all, I’ll have to wait another year, a whopping 365 days, till I get another chocolate fudge birthday cake.
So back to Santa. I started thinking about how I could help him. I knew he could use help, because after all, he’s only one person and he’s got to take care of all the kids in the world. That’s lots of work even if Mrs Claus and the elves are helping. But what could I do? I don’t live in the North Pole. I don’t have a sled (at least one that flies) or any reindeer. My dad made sure of that by putting a fence around our yard so no deer cold get in. He says they eat the plants. I say they must be hungry from all that flying.
So what could I do? And then it came to me. I could be a detective, finding kids who really didn’t deserve to get Christmas presents. I’d make a Naughty List and send it to Santa so at least he’d have a little less work to do this year. Yes that’s just what I would do and that’s how ‘The Naughty List’ became my secret project for the school year.
I hope my mom will be proud of me.
PS: Did I tell you that some of why friends say that Santa doesn’t even exist? They say that he’s make-believe and that only little kids, not 4th graders, believe in him. Well this is one time I don’t care what they think.
HELLO I’M BRIE
I almost forgot to tell you my name. I’m Brie, just like the cheese (which you probably never heard of). I don’t like how it tastes but thankfully it’s not smelly so nobody can say I stink.
