I walked to work the next day with my head in the air. I never felt better in my life--I couldn't believe that my mother actually fell for the phony note.
I opened the door to my boss's office. "Mr. Anthony, I got the note signed by my mother. What's next?" I sat down in the plastic chair in front of his desk.
He dug through his desk and pulled out a black suitcase. "The task begins," he announced, handing it to me.
My heart stopped. I felt the cool texture of the black leather under my palm. "What's inside?"
"Your suit, a camera, notepad, laser pen, and a bar for defense," he counted these off his fingers. "Now suit up and come back when you're done."
I hustled to the bathroom and into the stall. I flicked open the golden switch and the case opened. A black suit was nicely folded inside it.
"Wicked," I muttered, changing clothes.
On my thigh, there was a long black pouch. I assumed it was for the metal bar. I slid it inside, and put the rest of the materials in the other pockets.
When I returned, Mr. Anthony added a walkie-talkie to my supplies. "We need to keep in touch during your mission."
He turned around and flipped a shutter down his window. On it, was a map of Disney Manor, the one place where all the Disney couples lived out their lives.
He pointed a stick at the entrance. "Never, EVER enter through the entrance, unless they've caught you and you need to run." He slid the pointer toward the top of the manor, where a window was left open. "This is the security room, where you will enter. You have to make sure you turn off all the cameras, so nobody will see you snooping around."
I nodded. "Got it."
He raised an eyebrow. "The objective of this mission is to take as many pictures of the couples and writing info about them on the notepad. But don't let your guard down. We're going up against 14th century weaponry."
"You mean swords and arrows, right?" For some reason, I wasn't scared at all. "You should've given me a gun."
He scoffed. "Like I'd trust a 16-year old with a gun. Right." He thrusted a set of keys at me. "This car is bulletproof, which means it could handle swords and arrows too. It also has a built-in GPS system, in case you get lost on the way."
I frowned. "I won't."
He patted me on the shoulder. "Coming from an adult, please be careful, Jeannette. Be very aware of your surroundings. And NEVER underestimate women with beautiful singing voices."
"Um, okay?"
He shoved me out the door. "Good luck, Thomas." He saluted me. "Godspeed."
I saluted back. "Thanks so much, Sir." And with that, I left.

And so began the biggest adventure of my LIFE.