been made . I ran . Suddenly , the atmosphere had changed . Houses were destroyed . Dirt and rocks were flying , and the broken ground engulfed screaming people .“ Mom !” I shouted , as a I saw a woman fall down , but she was not my mother . I ran and ran , searching for her long , blonde hair .
The planes had gone but they had left a city that was disfigured beyond recognition . I had lost my sense of direction . Raindrops leaked from the red , cloudy , sky down onto my head . It felt like … human blood . Not a single soul was seen in this lost world . I almost sank into the depths of hopelessness . Then , I noticed a distinguishing piece of wood that was used by my family among the debris . “ That ’ s … Oh ! It ’ s my home ! Mom , where are you ?” I said rummaging for clues . Finally , I found a photo of Mrs . Cedric ( at the time she was young ), gripped in my mother ' s hand , beside a collapsed wall , under a huge rock , with a rebar through it . The photo had blood splashed on it . I pulled my mom ' s corpse out . Her long , blonde hair now a dark shade of red . At that time , I knew , the best mother in the world was now nothing but a dead body . She would never open her charming eyes again and give me a warm hug when I needed . " Why has this happened to me ? It ' s unfair !" I cried , " Mom , please ... please don ' t leave me alone ,” my voice choked as a I wept .
On Sunday night , I sat on the bed , held my mother ' s photo in both hands , while tears dropped down ; tomorrow is my first birthday by myself . Tap tap -- someone knocked the door . “ Who would that be ? It ' s late at night ,” I said to myself as I dried my eyes then grabbed a coat and went to open the door . " Good evening , my lady , I ' m sorry for bothering you ," said a young man dressed in a suit . “ I need a place to sleep for a while . Can you help me please ? It doesn ’ t need to be a bed , just anywhere ," he asked gently . " Sure , come with me ," I answered right away and lead him to one of the empty rooms . As I lay in bed that night , I couldn ’ t help wonder who he was .
In the morning , I decided to get more information about the man , the only things I knew about him was just that he is young and handsome . We had breakfast together . His name was Yimou Yang , the young master of a wealthy business family in Shanghai . Yimou was 20 years old , who lived far away and when he was moving to the Bund , his mother , father and sister were killed by the Japanese . I felt sorry for him and told him he could stay longer . I told him about my story and I could fell that his heart trembled when he heard what had happened to mom . " You know we are kind of similar , don ' t you ?" I said in sincerely . After a while of chatting , Yang told me he had something to tell me . He told me he wasn ’ t just a rich son . He also had a job as a mole planet in the Japanese Army to find out information for the Chinese . Feeling alone , I agreed to see whether this would be a good career for me .
Yang taught me the basic methods of pretending and a few things I could do . One day , he brought me to a meeting of the Communist Party . I learned quickly . Yang said I was so intelligent and he believed I was born to be a spy . Eventually , I was given a new name and identity – Miss Carter . My first job was to sneak into the Japanese Army Headquarters without being seen . I went to leave to start my mission but Yang grabbed me . “ There ’ s a party being held on the Bund next week , the Japanese will be there then . That will be the perfect time for you to start your mission ,” he said . I wasn ’ t happy but I knew I had to wait . In the coming days , I went and bought many new clothes , learned a few Japanese words , practiced my mother tongue - French , and spent lots of time talking to Yang . I like him …
Friday came . I sat by the window , looking at the magnificent scenery of Shanghai at dusk . The colourful sunset glow brought me back to the time I spent with my mom and I knew at this moment , I had to avenge my mother .
Clang . Clang . It was six o ’ clock . I left to head towards the banquet . When I got there , I was admired by everyone . Many officers and men came and spoke with me , including the Japanese hunters . Yang was well-known in the upper stratum , he pretended he didn ' t know me and gave me a greeting as a man who had an interest on me . At the end , a formally dressed man went to me , " A pleasure to meet you , my lady , may I have your name ?” “ I ’ m Co … Carter , Caroline Carter , a pleasure to meet you , sir ,” I replied , within a short look at his emblem , which revealed his status - a high-ranking official . " Can I ask for the honour to have a drink with you on Monday , please ?” I answered after a quick thought . " Sure , sir , if you ' d like to ." “ I ’ m Hidetora Tojo , meet you there at Monday at the eighteenth quarter , have a good day , Ms . Carter .” Then , he left .