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As you may have guessed by the title, this was originally an entry for SSC3. But as I wrote it on the very last day of the time given, I couldn't finish it. I thought it was only right if I finished it and posted it. So, please enjoy!
Operation Cheesecake
‘Checkmate!’, shouted Percy at the top of his voice. ‘Damn’ replied George, ‘You always win.’ His statement was indeed true, Percy had won nine times in a row. ‘This is getting really boring’ said George. Percy agreed so they put the top-quality glass chessboard carefully under Percy’s large bed. ‘What do you wanna do?’, asked George. ‘I don’t know’ replied Percy. ‘How about starting Operation Cheesecake? ‘ A grin appeared on George’s face.
George and Percy were best of friends. They were extremely uncool and no-one liked them apart from each other. George was a large, skinny boy who was thirteen years of age. He resembled a giraffe that had been given tiny legs and tiny hands. He had jet black hair which was extra-ordinarily messy. George usually wore a blue shirt that had 'Sk8bord dude’ on the front, even although he had never successfully ridden a skateboard ever for more than three seconds. He wore ripped jeans that had a large ‘PokeMon’ sign on the side of them, which he had vigorously tried to rip off. He wore strange blue shoes that were torn and ripped at every corner, and looked very old. George hated them as they went out of fashion about six years ago but his mother refused to buy him another pair.
Percy looked totally different. He was a small, plump boy who was extremely lazy. He had a long blonde hair which he refused to cut, and the hair was now down to his waist. He usually wore a plain white top with no logo at all on it. He wore short black shorts which didn’t suit him one bit. He wore yellow, leather boots which he liked but no-one else, not even George, liked. They were horrible boots. They had been battered for 4 years and were so old that they had green fungus oozed out from under the wore off heel. No-one knew why he liked them, but no-one asked. Instead the just annoyed him about them.
George and Percy were constantly getting bullied at school because they were nerds, so they thought up a plan. Every night after school, the two of them hid in Percy’s room, locked the door tightly and thought up plans to make themselves popular. They could think of nothing, until one day in their Chemistry class, a brilliant thought struck both of their minds.
‘Right, class’, announced Mr. Fish, the teacher, ‘Now that your are in third year, we are going to study very dangerous chemicals.’ ‘You will need one of these each’, and he pointed over to a pile of old, half-broken gas-masks. All of the pupils walked over to the gas-masks and picked one up each, whispering. ‘It must be a pretty strong chemical if we need gas-masks’ said Percy to his only friend, George. ‘Yeah’, replied George. But little did they know that this was going to be the start of a highly dangerous business for them.
Mr. Fish revealed the chemical once they had sat back down on their wobbly, cracked seats. It was called 'Uranium Netabcide Platinoiuom, or UNP for short. It has the ability to knock-out whoever swallows it for up to 8 weeks. George stopped listening after that. ‘What if I knocked out Mike Smith with that?’ he whispered to himself. Mike Smith was a big, strong boy who everyone respected. It was thanks to him that everyone hated George and Percy. He told everyone to bully George and Percy or they would get beaten up. If George or Percy gave him the chemical then that would give them enough time to gain respect while Mike was away. It was very dangerous though. What if something went wrong? George left the classroom when the bell rang, looking very happy with himself.
After school he ran down to his house with George, after telling him what he had thought up. Percy eventually agreed with George, after some doubtful first thoughts. But how would they get the chemical into Mike’s mouth? Not even he was that dumb. ‘What should we do?’, asked Percy, lying on his back. ‘I don’t know’, replied George. The pair were gazing into space when suddenly they heard a noise from below. It was George grandparents coming over for the night. ‘You’ll have to go’ , said George, ‘See you at school tomorrow.’ ‘Yeah, see ya!’
George creeped downstairs with Percy. He didn’t particularly like his grandparents. They were never nice to him and always treated him like dirt. ‘Bye’ said George as he let Percy out the large, wooden door. Percy walked along the small, cobbled path, wondering abut what George had told him. It was a stupid idea, but then again, they would do anything to be popular.
George closed the door and walked into the warm living room. He walked over to his grandmother and grandfather and hugged them both gently. There were both hot, sweaty and not very pleasant. ‘I thought you would be bigger!’, screamed his Grandmother, Rosemary. She hated him and loved making fun of him, but George took no notice. He wandered into the kitchen and then he saw it.
A large, golden brown cheesecake piled with lovely looking cherries and sweet smelling strawberries. It was beautiful and he wanted to sprint over to the other side of the kitchen and dig his teeth into it immediately. It was wonderful, a work of art. His mother always made tasty treats when his grandparents came over every week. He stood, admiring the beauty of the cheesecake, but instead of running over to the cheesecake, he ran in the opposite direction, over to the phone. His plan was complete.
‘Ring, Ring’ ‘Ring, ring’ ‘Hello. Can I speak to Percy?’ he said into the phone. ‘Ok, give me a moment’ replied his mother. ‘PERCYYYYYYY!, it’s your friend!’ Percy came running down the stairs looking very tired as it was quite late. ‘Hi, Perc', said George, ‘I’ve got a superb plan’, 'Tomorrow we get the chemical from Mr. Fish. He loves us, he’ll give it to us no problem. All we have to say is that it is for scientific purposes.’ Percy listened intently. ‘Then we get some of the cheesecake from my house. I’ll stuff the cheesecake into my school bag and we can head off. Once we have the chemical, we place it inside the cheesecake and hand it to Mike. He’s such a dumb ass that he will just accept the cheesecake with no comments.’ Percy smiled faintly. ‘Then we just wait until he doesn’t turn up for school and we can begin Plan B.’ ‘So what do you think?’ asked George. ‘It’s genius’, replied Percy who put the phone down.
George walked into the school the following morning looking highly nervous. The day seemed to fly by and then it was time for chemistry. George and Percy looked at each other, worryingly and stepped into the class. The had a different teacher. Oh no. ‘Hello class, my name is Mrs. Harris and I will be taking you until Mr. Fish comes back, which will be in fifteen minutes.’ ‘Phew’, said Percy. The woman looked nothing like a teacher whatsoever, she wore long jeans which had rips just below the knees. She was wearing a T-Shirt which said ‘Beach Babe’ on it and she had sleek, long blonde hair with shimmers of brown in it. She was astoundingly gorgeous, and George would be extremely surprised if not every boy in the class thought she was very sexy.
They sat there in absolute silence, waiting for Mr. Fish to come back. Fifteen boring, uneventful minutes later, Mr. Fish walked through the door and into his silenced class. ‘Thank you, Mrs. Harris, you can leave now.’ The lady nodded and exited the room. The remainder of he lesson seemed to last five minutes because in a flash the bell had rung. Percy and George waited until the class had cleared and then wandered over to the teacher. After begging him, George finally got hold of the chemical and thanked Mr. Fish a lot. ‘I hope you know that what you now posses is very dangerous and can cause great damage to life forms', said Mr. Fish. ‘Yeah, we know, but we’ll only use it for scientific purposes’ said Percy and George at the same time, before leaving the room.
George stuffed the chemical in his bag and the pair hurried back to George’s house. When they got into the house they deposited their bags in the hall, took off their highly uncool shoes and ran up to George’s room. George to out the chemical and examined it. It was in a long, slender, clear tube and smelled faintly of a rotting carcass mixed with a box of decomposing fish. In other words, it was very, very smelly. It was a strange, green liquid which had blue dots in it every so often. ‘I wonder what would happen if you touched it,’ said Percy. George could think of no answer to this as he didn’t know. They sat for hours on end, staring at the weird and wonderful substance until the doorbell rang and Percy had to leave. ‘See you at school tomorrow’, said George. ‘Yeah’, replied Percy, ‘And bring the chemical.’ ‘I will’ said George. As Percy left, George slumped onto his bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning with a feeling of guilt in his stomach. He sneaked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of the lovely cheesecake and ran back up to his room. He wrapped it in foil and placed it carefully in his bag, along with the strange, green substance. He left for school that morning without even having any breakfast. He knocked on Percy’s door and Percy came out. They always walked to school together. ‘So, do you have the thingy?’ asked Percy. ‘Yeah’, answered George. They didn’t talk about much else on the way to school and when they finally arrived at the dreaded place, they ran into the toilets and planned the attack.
‘When are we going to give it to him?’ asked Percy.
‘How about just before the end of the day?’ replied George.
‘Yeah, ok, so when and where are we going to add the chemical?’ asked Percy.
‘At lunch time’ replied George, looking very nervous.
‘OK, I’ll meet you back here at ten minutes past one.’
‘Fine by me’ said George, who gave Percy a high-five.
Before they knew it, it was lunch time. As usual, George and Percy would secretly meet up in the broken toilets where no-one went to avoid any insults for other pupils. ‘I will do it now’ said George. He looked extremely nervous. Mike would probably just pick up the cheesecake and stuff it back in George’s mouth because he was so unpleasant. George walked up to Mike. ‘Er.. excuse me, it was my birthday yesterday and I have a remaining piece of cake and I would er... l-l-like to g-g-give it to you, is that ok?’, George stuttered. Mike snatched it out of George’s hands and stuffed it into his large bag. ‘Thanks’, he said, and he walked off.
George walked back into the toilets looking very pleased with himself. ‘Did you give it to him?’, asked Percy. ‘Yeah, high-fives dude’ replied George, raising his hand. Percy gave him a high-five, but still looking unsure. ‘Did he eat it?’ Percy asked. ‘No, he just shoved it into his bag’ said George. ‘Oh well’, said Percy, ‘All we do now is... wait.’
George arrived home and to his surprise, the whole family was watching the television. George stared at the TV to see what all the fuss was about. ‘Mike Smith, a fifteen year old boy, who was in third year at Leytonshire High School, was found dead on Highfield Road, not far from where he lived, earlier today. Experts are saying that he injected a lethal chemical into his body and it mixed with alcohol he had drunken earlier and caused devastating effects. No-one knows if this was suicide or an assassination attempt, but at the moment the police urge anyone who spoke to Mike on that day to come forward. Sanjay Khan, reporting live for BBC News, Leytonshire.’
George screamed and dropped his bag. He ran up to his room and started crying. ‘I killed him... I killed him’ he cried. George grabbed all of his clothes, books, XBOX games and all of his other possessions and stuffed them into a large trunk. ‘I can’t live here.. I will get caught.. I will go to jail..’ he cried. ‘NO!!’ His mother ran in. ‘Was he one of your friends?’, she asked, crying aswell. ‘NOO!!!, I killed him!!’ screamed George. ‘No you didn’t, honey, you are just upset’ she replied, quite calmly. ‘I did.. I did.. I gave him a chemical and he ate it. I tried to knock him out but I killed him!’, he screamed. ‘That’s not true, he committed suicide’ she responded. ‘NO HE DIDN’T!!!, I can’t live here, I will disgrace the family if I’m caught.’ he cried, ‘I am leaving.’ And before his mother could stop him, he jumped out of the clear, glass window and landed painfully in the street.
He sprinted as fast as he could, carrying his big trunk. He couldn’t stop. He would be caught. There was a car revving up behind him, it must have been his mother’s. He sprinted faster. He mustn’t be caught. He wanted to drop dead onto the snow-covered ground but he wasn’t away yet. He had to run on. His mother was going to catch him as she was driving a lot faster than he was running. The building was a flat. Panting heavily, he ran into the lobby and threw him self down onto a chair. He couldn’t hear the Blue Ford Ka anymore. He was free.
The deserted flat was a mess. Sweet wrappers and empty packets of crisps fluttered by. There was absolute silence apart from the occasional gust of strong wind and the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the dirty, cracked, old window from outside. It was, by the looks of it, just about to get knocked down. It had about twenty floors and was gigantic compared to the buildings all around it. There was suddenly a loud noise. He heard a siren. Did the police know already? He ran upstairs and looked out of one of the broken windows.
And surely enough, two large police cars were parked outside of the wrecked building. Out of the cars stepped two police officers. One of them had a megaphone in his hand. He lifted the instrument to his lip. ‘Come out with your hands up!’ he shouted. ‘No! I haven’t done anything wrong!’ he screamed back. Tears were flooding into his eyes. ‘Well that isn’t what your friend says’. George gasped. Percy stepped out from behind the police car. ‘He says you killed Mike.’ George screamed and ran upstairs to Floor 2. He looked out of the window. ‘HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME PERCY??!!’, George shouted. Percy didn’t reply. ‘Just come out and nothing will be wrong anymore’, said the big, thin policeman.’ ‘Nooooooooo!’, George screamed.
He ran up all of the stairs until he could run up stairs no more. He was on the roof. There was a beautiful view from up on the roof. But he couldn’t think about that. He had no where to run.
Percy and the policemen appeared shortly. ‘Now just come over here and nothing will happen.’ ‘YOU LIE! You are going to arrest me’, he screamed, ‘It was Percy who killed him aswell!’ he screeched. ‘I’m very sorry but as we have no proof of that,’ the policeman paused, ‘Only you will be jailed.’ The policeman took out a pair of silver handcuffs and walked over to George. ‘Nooo!!!!’, I’m not going to jail. I don’t belong there!’, he walked back. The policeman was advancing on him. ‘Percy, you are no friend!’ he screamed. Percy smirked. George slipped but got quickly back up. He had two choices: Jail or Jump. He looked down at the height then glanced over at the evil-looking policeman. Which should he choose? Disgrace or Death? He braced himself and took a leap off of the building.
He was falling through the air rapidly. He knew he would hit the ground soon. He flew through the air. He couldn’t feel his body. He was very numb. Smack! He landed on his back. His spine was most definitely broken. He couldn’t survive. He rolled over and said his very last words. ‘All for popularity’, he whispered, before passing into the next world.
By Alan Skelton
Operation Cheesecake
‘Checkmate!’, shouted Percy at the top of his voice. ‘Damn’ replied George, ‘You always win.’ His statement was indeed true, Percy had won nine times in a row. ‘This is getting really boring’ said George. Percy agreed so they put the top-quality glass chessboard carefully under Percy’s large bed. ‘What do you wanna do?’, asked George. ‘I don’t know’ replied Percy. ‘How about starting Operation Cheesecake? ‘ A grin appeared on George’s face.
George and Percy were best of friends. They were extremely uncool and no-one liked them apart from each other. George was a large, skinny boy who was thirteen years of age. He resembled a giraffe that had been given tiny legs and tiny hands. He had jet black hair which was extra-ordinarily messy. George usually wore a blue shirt that had 'Sk8bord dude’ on the front, even although he had never successfully ridden a skateboard ever for more than three seconds. He wore ripped jeans that had a large ‘PokeMon’ sign on the side of them, which he had vigorously tried to rip off. He wore strange blue shoes that were torn and ripped at every corner, and looked very old. George hated them as they went out of fashion about six years ago but his mother refused to buy him another pair.
Percy looked totally different. He was a small, plump boy who was extremely lazy. He had a long blonde hair which he refused to cut, and the hair was now down to his waist. He usually wore a plain white top with no logo at all on it. He wore short black shorts which didn’t suit him one bit. He wore yellow, leather boots which he liked but no-one else, not even George, liked. They were horrible boots. They had been battered for 4 years and were so old that they had green fungus oozed out from under the wore off heel. No-one knew why he liked them, but no-one asked. Instead the just annoyed him about them.
George and Percy were constantly getting bullied at school because they were nerds, so they thought up a plan. Every night after school, the two of them hid in Percy’s room, locked the door tightly and thought up plans to make themselves popular. They could think of nothing, until one day in their Chemistry class, a brilliant thought struck both of their minds.
‘Right, class’, announced Mr. Fish, the teacher, ‘Now that your are in third year, we are going to study very dangerous chemicals.’ ‘You will need one of these each’, and he pointed over to a pile of old, half-broken gas-masks. All of the pupils walked over to the gas-masks and picked one up each, whispering. ‘It must be a pretty strong chemical if we need gas-masks’ said Percy to his only friend, George. ‘Yeah’, replied George. But little did they know that this was going to be the start of a highly dangerous business for them.
Mr. Fish revealed the chemical once they had sat back down on their wobbly, cracked seats. It was called 'Uranium Netabcide Platinoiuom, or UNP for short. It has the ability to knock-out whoever swallows it for up to 8 weeks. George stopped listening after that. ‘What if I knocked out Mike Smith with that?’ he whispered to himself. Mike Smith was a big, strong boy who everyone respected. It was thanks to him that everyone hated George and Percy. He told everyone to bully George and Percy or they would get beaten up. If George or Percy gave him the chemical then that would give them enough time to gain respect while Mike was away. It was very dangerous though. What if something went wrong? George left the classroom when the bell rang, looking very happy with himself.
After school he ran down to his house with George, after telling him what he had thought up. Percy eventually agreed with George, after some doubtful first thoughts. But how would they get the chemical into Mike’s mouth? Not even he was that dumb. ‘What should we do?’, asked Percy, lying on his back. ‘I don’t know’, replied George. The pair were gazing into space when suddenly they heard a noise from below. It was George grandparents coming over for the night. ‘You’ll have to go’ , said George, ‘See you at school tomorrow.’ ‘Yeah, see ya!’
George creeped downstairs with Percy. He didn’t particularly like his grandparents. They were never nice to him and always treated him like dirt. ‘Bye’ said George as he let Percy out the large, wooden door. Percy walked along the small, cobbled path, wondering abut what George had told him. It was a stupid idea, but then again, they would do anything to be popular.
George closed the door and walked into the warm living room. He walked over to his grandmother and grandfather and hugged them both gently. There were both hot, sweaty and not very pleasant. ‘I thought you would be bigger!’, screamed his Grandmother, Rosemary. She hated him and loved making fun of him, but George took no notice. He wandered into the kitchen and then he saw it.
A large, golden brown cheesecake piled with lovely looking cherries and sweet smelling strawberries. It was beautiful and he wanted to sprint over to the other side of the kitchen and dig his teeth into it immediately. It was wonderful, a work of art. His mother always made tasty treats when his grandparents came over every week. He stood, admiring the beauty of the cheesecake, but instead of running over to the cheesecake, he ran in the opposite direction, over to the phone. His plan was complete.
‘Ring, Ring’ ‘Ring, ring’ ‘Hello. Can I speak to Percy?’ he said into the phone. ‘Ok, give me a moment’ replied his mother. ‘PERCYYYYYYY!, it’s your friend!’ Percy came running down the stairs looking very tired as it was quite late. ‘Hi, Perc', said George, ‘I’ve got a superb plan’, 'Tomorrow we get the chemical from Mr. Fish. He loves us, he’ll give it to us no problem. All we have to say is that it is for scientific purposes.’ Percy listened intently. ‘Then we get some of the cheesecake from my house. I’ll stuff the cheesecake into my school bag and we can head off. Once we have the chemical, we place it inside the cheesecake and hand it to Mike. He’s such a dumb ass that he will just accept the cheesecake with no comments.’ Percy smiled faintly. ‘Then we just wait until he doesn’t turn up for school and we can begin Plan B.’ ‘So what do you think?’ asked George. ‘It’s genius’, replied Percy who put the phone down.
George walked into the school the following morning looking highly nervous. The day seemed to fly by and then it was time for chemistry. George and Percy looked at each other, worryingly and stepped into the class. The had a different teacher. Oh no. ‘Hello class, my name is Mrs. Harris and I will be taking you until Mr. Fish comes back, which will be in fifteen minutes.’ ‘Phew’, said Percy. The woman looked nothing like a teacher whatsoever, she wore long jeans which had rips just below the knees. She was wearing a T-Shirt which said ‘Beach Babe’ on it and she had sleek, long blonde hair with shimmers of brown in it. She was astoundingly gorgeous, and George would be extremely surprised if not every boy in the class thought she was very sexy.
They sat there in absolute silence, waiting for Mr. Fish to come back. Fifteen boring, uneventful minutes later, Mr. Fish walked through the door and into his silenced class. ‘Thank you, Mrs. Harris, you can leave now.’ The lady nodded and exited the room. The remainder of he lesson seemed to last five minutes because in a flash the bell had rung. Percy and George waited until the class had cleared and then wandered over to the teacher. After begging him, George finally got hold of the chemical and thanked Mr. Fish a lot. ‘I hope you know that what you now posses is very dangerous and can cause great damage to life forms', said Mr. Fish. ‘Yeah, we know, but we’ll only use it for scientific purposes’ said Percy and George at the same time, before leaving the room.
George stuffed the chemical in his bag and the pair hurried back to George’s house. When they got into the house they deposited their bags in the hall, took off their highly uncool shoes and ran up to George’s room. George to out the chemical and examined it. It was in a long, slender, clear tube and smelled faintly of a rotting carcass mixed with a box of decomposing fish. In other words, it was very, very smelly. It was a strange, green liquid which had blue dots in it every so often. ‘I wonder what would happen if you touched it,’ said Percy. George could think of no answer to this as he didn’t know. They sat for hours on end, staring at the weird and wonderful substance until the doorbell rang and Percy had to leave. ‘See you at school tomorrow’, said George. ‘Yeah’, replied Percy, ‘And bring the chemical.’ ‘I will’ said George. As Percy left, George slumped onto his bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning with a feeling of guilt in his stomach. He sneaked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of the lovely cheesecake and ran back up to his room. He wrapped it in foil and placed it carefully in his bag, along with the strange, green substance. He left for school that morning without even having any breakfast. He knocked on Percy’s door and Percy came out. They always walked to school together. ‘So, do you have the thingy?’ asked Percy. ‘Yeah’, answered George. They didn’t talk about much else on the way to school and when they finally arrived at the dreaded place, they ran into the toilets and planned the attack.
‘When are we going to give it to him?’ asked Percy.
‘How about just before the end of the day?’ replied George.
‘Yeah, ok, so when and where are we going to add the chemical?’ asked Percy.
‘At lunch time’ replied George, looking very nervous.
‘OK, I’ll meet you back here at ten minutes past one.’
‘Fine by me’ said George, who gave Percy a high-five.
Before they knew it, it was lunch time. As usual, George and Percy would secretly meet up in the broken toilets where no-one went to avoid any insults for other pupils. ‘I will do it now’ said George. He looked extremely nervous. Mike would probably just pick up the cheesecake and stuff it back in George’s mouth because he was so unpleasant. George walked up to Mike. ‘Er.. excuse me, it was my birthday yesterday and I have a remaining piece of cake and I would er... l-l-like to g-g-give it to you, is that ok?’, George stuttered. Mike snatched it out of George’s hands and stuffed it into his large bag. ‘Thanks’, he said, and he walked off.
George walked back into the toilets looking very pleased with himself. ‘Did you give it to him?’, asked Percy. ‘Yeah, high-fives dude’ replied George, raising his hand. Percy gave him a high-five, but still looking unsure. ‘Did he eat it?’ Percy asked. ‘No, he just shoved it into his bag’ said George. ‘Oh well’, said Percy, ‘All we do now is... wait.’
George arrived home and to his surprise, the whole family was watching the television. George stared at the TV to see what all the fuss was about. ‘Mike Smith, a fifteen year old boy, who was in third year at Leytonshire High School, was found dead on Highfield Road, not far from where he lived, earlier today. Experts are saying that he injected a lethal chemical into his body and it mixed with alcohol he had drunken earlier and caused devastating effects. No-one knows if this was suicide or an assassination attempt, but at the moment the police urge anyone who spoke to Mike on that day to come forward. Sanjay Khan, reporting live for BBC News, Leytonshire.’
George screamed and dropped his bag. He ran up to his room and started crying. ‘I killed him... I killed him’ he cried. George grabbed all of his clothes, books, XBOX games and all of his other possessions and stuffed them into a large trunk. ‘I can’t live here.. I will get caught.. I will go to jail..’ he cried. ‘NO!!’ His mother ran in. ‘Was he one of your friends?’, she asked, crying aswell. ‘NOO!!!, I killed him!!’ screamed George. ‘No you didn’t, honey, you are just upset’ she replied, quite calmly. ‘I did.. I did.. I gave him a chemical and he ate it. I tried to knock him out but I killed him!’, he screamed. ‘That’s not true, he committed suicide’ she responded. ‘NO HE DIDN’T!!!, I can’t live here, I will disgrace the family if I’m caught.’ he cried, ‘I am leaving.’ And before his mother could stop him, he jumped out of the clear, glass window and landed painfully in the street.
He sprinted as fast as he could, carrying his big trunk. He couldn’t stop. He would be caught. There was a car revving up behind him, it must have been his mother’s. He sprinted faster. He mustn’t be caught. He wanted to drop dead onto the snow-covered ground but he wasn’t away yet. He had to run on. His mother was going to catch him as she was driving a lot faster than he was running. The building was a flat. Panting heavily, he ran into the lobby and threw him self down onto a chair. He couldn’t hear the Blue Ford Ka anymore. He was free.
The deserted flat was a mess. Sweet wrappers and empty packets of crisps fluttered by. There was absolute silence apart from the occasional gust of strong wind and the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the dirty, cracked, old window from outside. It was, by the looks of it, just about to get knocked down. It had about twenty floors and was gigantic compared to the buildings all around it. There was suddenly a loud noise. He heard a siren. Did the police know already? He ran upstairs and looked out of one of the broken windows.
And surely enough, two large police cars were parked outside of the wrecked building. Out of the cars stepped two police officers. One of them had a megaphone in his hand. He lifted the instrument to his lip. ‘Come out with your hands up!’ he shouted. ‘No! I haven’t done anything wrong!’ he screamed back. Tears were flooding into his eyes. ‘Well that isn’t what your friend says’. George gasped. Percy stepped out from behind the police car. ‘He says you killed Mike.’ George screamed and ran upstairs to Floor 2. He looked out of the window. ‘HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME PERCY??!!’, George shouted. Percy didn’t reply. ‘Just come out and nothing will be wrong anymore’, said the big, thin policeman.’ ‘Nooooooooo!’, George screamed.
He ran up all of the stairs until he could run up stairs no more. He was on the roof. There was a beautiful view from up on the roof. But he couldn’t think about that. He had no where to run.
Percy and the policemen appeared shortly. ‘Now just come over here and nothing will happen.’ ‘YOU LIE! You are going to arrest me’, he screamed, ‘It was Percy who killed him aswell!’ he screeched. ‘I’m very sorry but as we have no proof of that,’ the policeman paused, ‘Only you will be jailed.’ The policeman took out a pair of silver handcuffs and walked over to George. ‘Nooo!!!!’, I’m not going to jail. I don’t belong there!’, he walked back. The policeman was advancing on him. ‘Percy, you are no friend!’ he screamed. Percy smirked. George slipped but got quickly back up. He had two choices: Jail or Jump. He looked down at the height then glanced over at the evil-looking policeman. Which should he choose? Disgrace or Death? He braced himself and took a leap off of the building.
He was falling through the air rapidly. He knew he would hit the ground soon. He flew through the air. He couldn’t feel his body. He was very numb. Smack! He landed on his back. His spine was most definitely broken. He couldn’t survive. He rolled over and said his very last words. ‘All for popularity’, he whispered, before passing into the next world.
By Alan Skelton
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> Every night after school, the two of them hid in Percy’s room, locked
> the door tightly
> He walked over to his grandmother and grandfather and hugged them both
> gently. There were both hot, sweaty and not very pleasant. ‘I thought
> you would be bigger!’, screamed his Grandmother
> 'He loves us, he’ll give it to us no problem. All we have to say is
> that it is for scientific purposes.’
Ahaha.
> the door tightly
> He walked over to his grandmother and grandfather and hugged them both
> gently. There were both hot, sweaty and not very pleasant. ‘I thought
> you would be bigger!’, screamed his Grandmother
> 'He loves us, he’ll give it to us no problem. All we have to say is
> that it is for scientific purposes.’
Ahaha.
Ashman wrote:
> A half decent attempt and an intriguing concept that became a little
> too unpredictable and unbelievable towards the end.
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>
> I'm sorry, is that not praise?
D'oh, sorry Ash. That's what you get when you only read through your last paragraph. :(
> A half decent attempt and an intriguing concept that became a little
> too unpredictable and unbelievable towards the end.
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>
> I'm sorry, is that not praise?
D'oh, sorry Ash. That's what you get when you only read through your last paragraph. :(
Thanks for the comments.
wow
Forest Fan wrote:
> It's not bad as Ashman was saying
Ashman wrote:
> It’s better than most of your other work
>
> The describing techniques used in the opening paragraph's were good,
> and it was a shame this wasn't kept up throughout the piece, as it
> somewhat trailed off nearer to the end.
>
> A half decent attempt and an intriguing concept that became a little
> too unpredictable and unbelievable towards the end.
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I'm sorry, is that not praise?
> It's not bad as Ashman was saying
Ashman wrote:
> It’s better than most of your other work
>
> The describing techniques used in the opening paragraph's were good,
> and it was a shame this wasn't kept up throughout the piece, as it
> somewhat trailed off nearer to the end.
>
> A half decent attempt and an intriguing concept that became a little
> too unpredictable and unbelievable towards the end.
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I'm sorry, is that not praise?
Cyclone wrote:
> Not neccessarily. A combination of reality and fantasy can be hugely
> impressive.
CAN. Wasn't in this case, in my opinion.
> Not neccessarily. A combination of reality and fantasy can be hugely
> impressive.
CAN. Wasn't in this case, in my opinion.
Light wrote:
> The Bible...[all have] impressed [me] in [their] its' way.
Hoho.
> The Bible...[all have] impressed [me] in [their] its' way.
Hoho.
Cyclone wrote:
> Not neccessarily. A combination of reality and fantasy can be hugely
> impressive.
Absolutely; His Dark Materials, The Talisman, The Bible...all have impressed me in their way.
> Not neccessarily. A combination of reality and fantasy can be hugely
> impressive.
Absolutely; His Dark Materials, The Talisman, The Bible...all have impressed me in their way.
Forest Fan wrote:
> It's not bad as Ashman was saying, but you should really write the
> piece as an all out fantasy story and not try and combine the fantasy
> into a believable story.
Not neccessarily. A combination of reality and fantasy can be hugely impressive.
> It's not bad as Ashman was saying, but you should really write the
> piece as an all out fantasy story and not try and combine the fantasy
> into a believable story.
Not neccessarily. A combination of reality and fantasy can be hugely impressive.
It's not bad as Ashman was saying, but you should really write the piece as an all out fantasy story and not try and combine the fantasy into a believable story.
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