“Come on simon” krissa yelled
‘We can’t be late”. “I’m coming,” Simon said. “ugg can’t you go any faster?” krissa said impatiently. Simon sighed “ oh come on krissa does it really matter if we’re a little late to the chili contest?”. “Yes it does, I want to get some pictures of them setting up for your article”. Simon just sighed. Krissa wondered what was wrong with simon. He used to love writing articles, but now it was different. He hadn’t been the same since our father died. He used to be fun. When Krissa was 12, and Simon was 13, they started the bridgton daily new paper. Simon always loved journalism, and krissa’s passion was photography. And because their father was a lawyer so they knew where all the crime was (not that there was much in bridgton). But a year ago their father died. Simon became a bit of a recluse, and didn't care much about the newspaper. He was a lot better now, but still not the same simon, but something else was bothering him today. They walked on a bit more until they saw a sign that said “ WELCOME TO THE BRIDGTON, NORTH CAROLINA CHILI COOKOFF!”
“Did you finish writing the article yet?” Krissa asked as she walked into Simon's room. “Almost, “ Simon said. Krissa noticed he sounded bored. “Well I brought my picture in “, it was a picture of the first place winner. “oh” simon said “how does it look”. “Ok i guess “ said krissa “ the only problem is there’s a guy in the background” “it ruins the whole picture”. “Oh no, that will ruin the amazing and important story of chili,” Simon said sarcastically . “ all right!” Krissa said, putting her hands on her hips” you’ve been like this all day, what's wrong?” “don’t you think it’s a bit boring making stories on chili all the time!” simon said “why doesn't anything exciting ever happen to us! The only criminals we get are chicken thieves!”
“Look Simon,” Krissa said “ i’m sorry that all you have to write about is chili, but that's what you get in a small town, you just have to work with it” simon rolled his eyes. “Look, maybe if you get a good night's sleep, you will feel better in the morning” “ok mom” simon said sarcastically. Krissa sighed “ good night simon.
Krissa woke up to see Simon sitting at the dining room table. “ did the papers get delivered ?” Krissa asked . “ yep” simon replied “ they've all been delivered”. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. They both looked at eachother. Krissa opened the door “hello who's there?” she asked. Hello, miss do the authors of the bridgton daily live here?” said a tall deep voiced man with dark brown hair, gray eyes, and a stern face. “ um uhh yes sir” said krissa. “Won't you come in mister ahh”
“Oh ivanov thomas ivenhov “ said the man
“Oh nice to meet you” said krissa “i am krissa robinson, and this is my brother simon robinson we are the makers of the news paper” “but you are just kids you can not help me” said mister ivenhov “help you with what ?” asked krissa “ it does not concern children” said the man “ well then you can tell us because we are not children i’m seventeen” said simon “well your father… and you did take the picture...maybe just maybe” mister ivenhov muttered “well...okay” sit down and let me tell you something.
“As it turns out” mister ivenhov said “i may need your assistance. You see, I am a FBI agent .” “Why us?” Simon asked. “It's Because of the picture in this article”
Mister ivenhov said. It was a picture of the first place prize winner of the chili cook off.
“What about it ?” said Krissa, sounding slightly offended. “ if you look closely you will see a man in the background” mister Ivanhov said “ i believe him to be a thief i have been chasing for quite awhile. Do you know him?”. “Should we ?” said simon “no...not really...just your father…” said mister ivenhov muttering again “ no matter since you have no information, i will leave you alone. Just then something came crashing through the window. They all looked down to Simon and Krissa It looked like a turnip, but mister ivenhov yelled “ get out”. The two didn't really understand but they followed the order anyway. Just as they got out the turnip exploded.”what was that” krissa asked. That wasn't an ordinary turnip” said mister ivenhov “spies used them in world war two, all you have to do is cut off the top and throw.” it seem that now this is more than just a thief. and it’s got a little too close to you to come with me”.