Can anyone help me add to my short story?

I am writing a short story for school but I dont know what else to write and how to write it. Can anyone add to my uncompleted story. The outline is included. You can add as much as you want. Here is what I have so far:



? Sammy Shal is a high school (senior) soccer player with professional hopes.

? He grew up as a diplomat’s son, moving from place to place. He was popular and had many friends.

? His father was the CIA agent at the embassies in Washington, D.C.

? Sammy gets into a fight with one of his close friends right before a soccer game.

? After the game Sammy’s friend goes missing.

? The day after his game, a mysterious stranger captures S and shows Sammy a video of Sammy and his friend fighting. The stranger explains that Sammy’s friend is dead and all the evidence points to Sammy.

? The mysterious man offers Sammy a job and a new life.

? The stranger tells Sammy that there is a CIA traitor. Sammy grew up with these men so he can work around them. They know the other CIA agents so only Sammy can be used to find the traitors.

? Sammy goes through training.

? Sammy finds the traitor, shoots, and severely wounds him. Sammy is later sent to kill “associates” of the traitor.

? One associate is the victim’s daughter. Through her, Sammy discovers that his victim was not a traitor. Instead, his victim had been investigating that the mysterious stranger was embezzling training funds from CIA.

? Sammy goes with daughter to FBI.

? Sammy agrees to work with the FBI to catch the leader of the mysterious organization. In return, Sammy is given amnesty for shooting the CIA officer.











Chapter 1

Sammy Shal was walking down the hallways of JFK High School as his best friend Michael Cash stopped to talk to him. “ Hey Sammy, good luck at the game tonight. I’ll see you there.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” And as soon as he had come, Michael was gone.

As the final bell rang, floods of teenagers emptied out into the parking lot of John F. Kennedy High School. After Sammy said good-bye to his friends, he walked out to his car, his baby, his favorite thing in the whole wide world: his shiny red Mustang GT. Sammy had received the car as a 18th birthday/early graduation present from his parents, John and Kate Shal.

John Shal was a diplomat working for the CIA. He was stationed at the CIA’s embassy in Washington, D.C. but he also handled all the out of area negotiations between the Agency and other organizations. Sammy hated his fathers job because it meant that they had to move around a lot.

Kate was a stay-at-home mother but usually volunteered at nearby homeless shelters because her only child was all grown up.

Sammy was a senior in high school. His father was dedicated to making him a great athlete. John would always enroll Sammy in soccer camps to improve his skills. John was also dedicated to making Sammy a good fighter so he would be able to protect him if ever necessary. Sammy learned karate and other styles of fighting from his father.

John was trained and he would pass his knowledge onto Sammy. Sammy also had a good knowledge of weapons. John wanted his son to be familiar with weapons and fighting skills incase one day Sammy would decide that he wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps.



Chapter 2

As Sammy pulled out of the school parking lot and onto the road he began thinking about tonight’s game. Sammy was a Varsity Soccer player and his team was playing their rivals that night: MLK High School. Sammy was very nervous because a couple of college scouts were coming to watch his performance. Sammy had professional goals, and the report from the scout coming to watch him would be either his ticket to the big leagues, or the end of his soccer career.



Later that night while Sammy was in the locker room getting ready for his big game, Michael walked in, “ Hey. You nervous?”

“Yeah, kind of. I just don’t know what’s going to happen. This game could crush my chances of going pro.” Sammy felt sick in the stomach.Can anyone help me add to my short story?
The chapters are too short for me to add on anymore.