Here is a story that I wrote in 10th grade for a homework assignment. The assignment was to switch from first person to third person. I got an a, by the way.
SPACE ELVES
I had just sat down to watch a wonderful evening of television. Basking in the warm glow of the television, that was my plan for the evening. The picture faded, and turned into a familiar face. It was my boss, agent 751.
�Agent 802,� he said. �We need your help down at headquarters asap!� and the picture returned to Homer Simpson strangling his son, Bart. I got up and headed for headquarters.
Morgan was young for a spy, the tender age of 16, but it helped in undercover work. She was lethal in every weapon. Her parents had trained her to be a spy since she knew how to walk. Even though her parents weren�t spies, they had seen every James Bond movie.
Headquarters was located in a Hanson CD store because no one ever went in there. Agent 751 was a middle-aged black man. He had wrinkles beginning to form around his mouth.
This agency was different than the others. Instead of trying to solve drug and weapon problems, they dealt with events that could be movie premises. Instead of real combat training, they learned moves that could only be done in the cinema.
�I have a job for you, Agent 802,� said 751. I hesitated, but then asked, �What?�
�It seems as though our friends are back.� He was talking about the horrible, two foot tall, space elves (although they looked more like gnomes than elves.)
�Oh, no!� I replied. �What do they want now?�
�Well it seems as though people have been jumping from canyons into lakes (like at Box Canyon) *note. We had talked about Box Canyon in class and I wanted to bring it up again.* They find it unacceptable and are killing people with AK47�s!� (ominous music plays)
�I�ll take care of it.� I said assertively.
The space elves had come to earth many time before. One time they had gone on a murderous rampage just because people had used too much green paint. Space elves are green, and they felt that green paint was insulting. Morgan had stopped their madness that time and many times before.
I went to Box Canyon as quickly as I could. I saw that the space elves had everything covered. Their beady little eyes were combing the area looking for any delinquents diving in the water. The stupid thing was that by killing the people diving, the blood polluted the water and the bodies prevented the flow of clean water, making everything worse.
�Stupid elves,� I muttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two people in their bathing suits (doesn�t every spy story have half-naked people in it?). Their names were Joan and Marc and they said they wanted to help me. I picked up 3 guns that were on the ground, and handed one to each of them.
�Let�s go.� I whispered, but I wasn�t quiet enough. An angry elf shot at us, Joan died, of course (there can�t be two sidekicks!). I shot back and the elf died instantly.
A group of 10 angry space elves charged on us. Marc hit two or three, and I was left with the rest. After killing 5, I ran out of bullets. Using quick thinking, I took one of the dead elves and rolled it towards the other elves (like bowling). The elves fell like pins and died (it doesn�t take much!) We saw another wave of elves heading towards us and headed up onto the trees.
There, Morgan and Marc were safe. They threw things down at the elves, killing the creatures, but they were safely out of harm�s way. Marc was falling in love with Morgan, but she didn�t notice. When the coast was clear, they climbed down looking for the mothership.
I grabbed Marc by the arm as we approached the large spaceship. It was the size of a two-story house (which is big for elves!). We entered and saw the throne of the king (or Gweeple as the elves called him).
�Welcome to my lair!� he said. �I see you�ve met a new friend.�
�Cut the chit-chat. What�s it going to take for you to leave and never come back?� I asked.
�There�s something I�ve never told you, Agent 802.�
�Oh yeah? What�s that?�
�I�m your real father.� (Dramatic pause) Morgan was silent for a moment. There were all sorts of things running through her mind. She couldn�t believe he was her real father (you knew there had to be a twist, didn�t you?) She turned around and cocked the gun she always kept with her.
�Papa�� she said. She turned back to face him and shot him in the head. It deflated like a punctured football, except with blood. �Business is business.� She wiped her hands. She knew that he was lying. Her real father was the king of Zweeple.
When she went outside, she killed off any stray elves. Marc followed her, with love in his eyes.
�Morgan,� he started. �I love you.� Morgan was silent, then blew his brains out.
�I don�t work with partners.� she infomred him calmly.
