When I awoke again...

The next time I woke up, I noticed that the car or whatever I was in had stopped. I heard a door slam and some muffled talking. After a few seconds there was a blast of light from the door to whatever I was in being opened. I was blinded for a few seconds, but soon I made out a lady staring down at me.
"Well, look who's awake," she said in a half-friendly voice. "Come on, sleepy head. You gotta get out now."
I was too dazed to disobey. I sat up, felt the buzz of blood draining from my brain and fell back down. After another attempt, I managed to half stumble, half roll out of the car. Staggering to my feet, I looked around to see where if I could figure out where I was. All around me was thin, jungle type woods. A few yards away was a small cabin. I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, and I was still a little drowsy from being in a horizontal position for such a long period of time. The lady, who I noticed to be tall with short black hair, must have noticed the confusion on my face.
"You're going to staying here for the next few days," she said. "More will be explained later. Right now, Bert will lead you to your room. You'll have time for a shower before lunch."
"Follow me," said a huge man with a Neanderthal face, who seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Things were still spinning around like a cyclone in my brain. Had I been in my right mind, I probably would have demanded to know what was going on. For now, the words shower and lunch were all that I heard. I followed Bert into the cabin.

When I awoke...

The first thing I noticed was the darkness. I felt for the flashlight I always keep next to my bed. All I felt were carpeted walls all around me.

Then the memories came flooding back.

I tried to sit up, but my head hit something about 2 feet above me. I struggled to glimpse some sort of light. It was then that I noticed a gentle hum beneath me. After a few moments, I realised that I was in the trunk of a car.

After completely feeling every square inch of my cage, I decided to take an inverntory on what I had on me. It didn't take long to find that I didn't have my camera, but I still had the camera memory chip in my pocket. I had taken it out of my camera earlier that day. Or, at least, I think it was that day. There was no way to know how long I had been unconcious.

After a few minutes, I decided the best thing to do was wait and see what would happen.

I fell back asleep.

The Reply

Up till now, my story has been mostly introduction. It was about a week after I sent the email that things really started happening.
I had almost forgotten about the memory chip, or at least I wasn't thinking about it every hour of the day. I had started making a movie. For some reason or another, I had to get some footage outside. I was walking around the block with my video camera when I saw a vaguely familiar face out of the corner of my eye. Turning, I saw a man standing across the street, watching me. I couldn't remember how I knew him, but I had definitely seen him before.
Feeling a little nervous, I continued walking at a slightly faster pace. I turned a corner, walked for a few more yards, then looked back. The man was following just a few feet behind me. He was short, muscular and bald. I was just about to start walking again when the man spoke.
"Excuse me," He said in a thick Russian accent. "I'm looking for a friend of mine." Just when I was thinking that I had been in this situation before, I recognised who the guy was. It was the man in the picture that the guy called Carl had shown me. The man held up a picture. "Have you seen this man?"
The picture was a little blurry, but I could see that it was a picture of the guy called Carl. I wasn't sure exactly what to say.
"Um...He looks sort of familiar-"
The moment the words left my mouth, something big and heavy landed on my head. The world spun around for a couple seconds, then everything went black.

An Email

It went something like this:

Dear Sir or Madam,
I recently, through a series of odd circumstances, gained possession of a memory chip. I found in it this email address. Do you happen to be missing a memory chip? If not, do you know who this chip might belong to and how I could get in contact with him/her? Thank you.

A concerned citizen.

Yeah, It was a little lame. Especially the concerned citizen part. But it was good enough. Hopefully, I would get a reply that would explain a little more about what was going on.
And I did get just such a response. The only problem was, the reply wasn't sent via email.

I decided to look at the pictures on the memory card a little closer and see if I might have missed something. A lot of the pictures were of documents and I couldn't understand most of them, but I noticed that there were two words that were mentioned several times. The words were "Object" and "Tear". They were always used as nouns, but the sentances they were in didn't make much sense.
After looking through five or six pictures, I finally found something useful: an email address.
After about ten minutes of arguing with myself about what to do, curiousity got the better of me.

Carl

Well, there he was. 7 feet tall, black hair, black suit, sunglasses, almost completely concealed earphone, neutral facial expression. When they thought up the stereotype secret agent, this is the man they were thinking of.
"My name is Carl. I'm looking for a friend of mine," he said in a deep voice with a slight Australian accent. "Here's a picture of him."
Carl held up a black and white photograph of a bald man.
"No," I said. "I've never seen him before."
Carl was looking steadily at my hand. I glanced down and realized that I was still holding my camera. I quickly hid it behind my back.
"Can I help you with anything else, Mr. Carl?" I asked. He gave me a sharp look.
"If I have any further use for you, I will certainly let you know." With that, he turned, got into the car and rode off.

The Plot Thickens

It was a box, wrapped up in brown paper. I opened it and found another box, also wrapped up in brown paper. I opened it and found yet another box wrapped in brown paper. This continued for a while until I was surrounded by no less than ten open boxes and tons of torn up paper. The last box was tiny. It contained merely a 2 GB memory card for a camera.
It wasn't long before I had it inside my Canon ZR 600 Digital Camcorder. There wasn't much on it. Just some pictures of a room and some papers, and a video of a waterfall.
Finding this all rather odd, I decided to ask my parents what they thought it meant. I was just on my way to do this when the doorbell rang. I ran out to the balcony to see who was 6here. All I could see was a black car with tinted windows sitting outside our front gate.
Curious, I ran downstairs and opened the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

One Last Note

I know. You're thinking "Man, when will he get on with this fascinating story?" I assure you, after this post I will get to writing. However, I just wanted to let you know that I have decided NOT to write my story in the form of a blog. I find it constrictive to my imagination and will, therefore, return to writing in my own style. Thank you for your patience. I believe when I last wrote, Sam was just about to find out what was in the mysterious package that someone left him.

To Avoid Misunderstanding...

This entire blog is fictional. It's a continuing story about myself put in the form of a blog. If something actually happens that I want to talk about, I'll start a new "real life" blog.

Greetings!

Dear Reader,
Not much is happening. Not much is likely to happen for quite some time. We just had some visitors from America, and that was a lot of fun. However, they just left today. So life will soon fall back into boring routine.

One interesting note:
Someone from the group (I don't know who) left a gift for me in my room. It had a note attached, saying not to open it until Saturday. So I'll have to wait to find out what it is. It doesn't make any noise when I shake it, and it's fairly heavy.

Well, that's all that's happening and, as I said, that's all that's likely to happen for a long time.

A Note from the Author

Dear Valued Reader,
From this point on, my story will be written in normal blog fashion. I will write the events as if they are actually happening to me day-by-day.

The Needed Explanations (or a few more mysteries)...

I won't waste words on lengthy and needless explanations. I'm sure you're wondering who the aforementioned "they" are. (see previous post) However, I won't tell you. Their identity is entirely unimportant. The only thing you must know about them is they were the first to see it and they didn't think I could do anything about it. Zoe didn't think so either, but she hadn't known me long, so that was forgivable.

Anyway, enough of this idle chatter! I believe the last word of importance I mentioned was "until". Until, that is, they fell in love. Not that love is, in and of itself, a bad thing. But there's a time for everything, and this was not the time for such trivial matters as love.
Naturaly, upon discovering their situation, they decided to get out of the country and start a new life together. It would have worked out for them, had they not brought it with them.
I don't want to accuse anyone without knowing all the details, so I won't say that they stole it. Perhaps they didn't know that it was in their suitcase. It may have been planted there. Either way, there it was. Of course, they couldn't keep it. So, not telling me of the danger it would put me in, they gave it to me. If someone was to die, better me than them. After all, they were in love!

I would like to let you know right now that I had no clue of the importance of their "gift". It wasn't until after I met Chris that I even knew that REBEL existed.

But I'm getting behind myself. I'll relate to the events in the order that they unfolded without any more of this boring history.

Beginnings...

I am Sam, among other things, the most notable of which I will keep to myself for the present. It is crucial to the flow of my narrative that you begin reading with no preconceptions about my identity other than those of a curious reader.
My story begins where most stories end: “And they lived happily ever after.” The one thing that sets my story apart from that of other authors is the word directly following the sentence:
“Until…”

Hmm...A Change Must Be Made

Reading over what I've done so far, I have come to the conclusion that this blog is excessively boring. Therefore, if the reader doesn't mind, I will, for the fun of it, dramatise my life to make it more interesting. All the ideas, of course, will be based on actual facts. The details, however, will be made up.

In short, this is no longer a day-by-day "my life" blog. It is now a continuing fictional story based on my life.

Enjoy!

Sunday

We went to church today.
We have a small church. It's a really great group of people. My youngest brother wasn't feeling well today, so my mom stayed home with him. Besides that, things were pretty normal.
This week was the last week that we'll be meeting in our current building. For the past several years, we've been renting property. We've actually changed locations 4 times since we started our church.
Anyway, we were recently able to purchase land with a building on it to use as a permanent location for our church. It needed some remodelling, but it should be done by next week.

Random fact!
Did you know that the can opener was invented in 1858, almost 50 years after the tin can was invented? Until that time, cans had to be hammered open with a sharp object. Opening cans was a long, hard and dangerous process.

PS. I changed the settings so that anyone can post comments. Please let me know if you happen to read this blog. I'm just curious as to who actually reads this.

A Quick Post

It's late and I'm just about to go to bed. I just wanted to say that if you see this post, please leave a comment telling me how you happened to find this blog. Thanks!

Sam

Hello World!

I am Sam. I am 16 years old. I was born in Oklahoma and I live in Phnom Penh, Cambodia (a small country between Thailand and Vietnam). I have 3 siblings: 1 older sister and 2 younger brothers. My family and I are missionaries here in this fascinating land.

I hope to post here quite often, so check back regularly.