Sanjana Goyal, Class X C
He was near the sea now, flying straight over it, facing straight out over the ocean. He saw his parents at a distance.
Startled, Cody asked, “Why are they here?”
“We had to tell your parents. This turned out to be much longer than was intended. Too many mind wipes could have destroyed their brain cells or they could have forgotten you completely,” said the aviator.
“Oh well. I wouldn’t want that, John,” Cody sighed.
John landed the aircraft, which somehow resembled Quinjet. As soon as Cody got off, he flew it away, in the direction from which they had come.
His mother came rushing towards him as he dropped his bag and gave him a bear hug. His father was next in line to do so.
“Why didn’t you tell us earlier? We were worried sick. And there were these tsunamis which could have destroyed our house and – .”
“I’m fine, mom. Look at me. I am alive.”
“Well, that’s what matters. I am proud of you, son,” his father said, smiling.
“Seriously, Harry?” his mother asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Uh, I mean, you should have told us. Your mother was worried and all that,” Harry added quickly.
“Dad, it was kind of top secret.”
“I understand. Now let’s drive home and you tell us about your whole trip on the way.”
They got into the red SUV and drove off. Cody told them about his mission in which he had gone to save the President’s son from getting kidnapped by a gang of criminals.
After he finished his story, his mother cleared her throat and asked, “You are my fourteen year old Cody Johnson, right?”
All of them laughed and Cody felt good to be at home. It was finally over.
