Narrative

It was a frosty evening in the Simons’ house. Claire, Dave and Tanya were sat at the table having roast dinner. “At school today Mrs Conrad got really mad because Brad kept chucking balls of paper at her when she wasn’t looking”, Claire spoke trying to make some conversation going. Her parents hardly spoke at the dinner table, because they always had they eyes glued to the TV. Claire didn’t like that. She was such a chatterbox, you could hardly fit a word in when she was speaking to you. Claire also had a very special power that she had to treasure. “Very nice darling, just keep quiet though. That means NO speaking, if you know what I mean”, replied her dad, Dave. He is normally very stressed out because of work as a lawyer, whereas, her mum looked at herself as though she was a hippy. Her name is Tanya, and she only works part time. She stands out in a really big crowd. That’s what Claire liked about her. A few hours passed. Claire got really bored of the TV drumming through her ears. “I’m going to go an ring Annie”, I shouted, because the TV was so loud. I stumbled up the stairs to my bedroom, due to tiredness. I normally live in my room now because of my parents. I dialled in Annie’s phone number. “Hey Annie! It’s Claire! What are you up to?” I asked enthusiastically, trying not to sound upset. “I am good, anyway, I can’t believe what Brad was doing today! He got himself in so much trouble”, Annie replied to my question. Annie and I had been best friends forever. From the moment we were born to, we knew we were destined to be best friends. Annie had just past the shoulder mousey brown hair and hypnotizing hazel eyes. “Yeah. Are you going to go for lotto this week?” I asked “I heard it’s gone up from 500,000 pound to 1 million”, She is really lucky at times, because really good things happen for her. “Don’t know. I probably will though”, Annie replied. I knew she would buy a ticket, she normally says ‘don’t know. I probably will’, then she goes and buys a ticket. “I have got to go, but I will see you at school tomorrow”, I said softly. “Okay. Bye bye”, “Bye”. The next day at school, guess what? Annie bought a lotto ticket. She circled the answers and slipped it in her bag. “Do you think you’ll win?” I asked her cautiously to make sure no one heard. “Depends. Hopefully I do though. I’ll take my family overseas to Spain and France, get a brand new house and put the rest into savings”, Annie spoke ultra fast. I just giggled. A week passed by rapidly. I sat in front of the TV waiting for the lotto to come on, so I could see who won. Suddenly, the man for lotto came onto the screen. After a list of numbers, the TV had an enormous picture of Annie on it. I screamed. A few seconds passed, but then the house stood still and silent. Nothing moved and all you could hear was the ticking of the clock. Claire restlessly went up to her room. Her mum was out partying and her dad was still at work, so she was all by herself. Her room felt cold and damp in the utter silentness. She had a horrible feeling. Something was going to happen. A very bad thing. I rang Annie from my cell phone to her cell phone. It rang a few times, then she picked up. “Hello”, she answered. “Hey. I saw you won, congratulations! Um, where about are you?” I asked trembling with fear. There was a secret absolutely no one knew about. I can detect the future, and I just knew something bad was about to happen to Annie. “I’m at the shopping mall. I just spoke to a really nice shop assistant. Why?” Annie asked full of suspicion. “Just get out of there…”, the line broke off. I put on my sneakers rapidly and sprinted down to the mall. Uh-oh! What shop? I thought. All I know is that she’s somewhere here, and it’s 4 storeys high! I started to look in every shop. It must have at least been an hour, and no sign of her so far. Until, I turned the corner, there were police surrounding the opening of Flight Centre. “What’s going on!” I yelled at the police. “Miss, can you please keep away”, asked a policeman. I found out his name is Constable Bennett. He was really polite. “Where is Annie Fields?” I asked terror running through me. “Are you a friend?” “Yeah. Well, actually best friends. But what’s happened?” I asked. “I am so sorry to say, but late this evening she got murdered. We are doing further investigation to find out who the mug is”, he explained carefully, hoping not to make me cry. I screamed, and it echoed through the building. I sprinted back home and began to weep. How could this happen to her? I thought, whom do I have now to talk to? I didn’t go to school the next day, instead I stayed home grieving about the loose. The office called to see where I was. Thankfully they understood. The next day at school was a total disaster. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was questioning me. There were questions like: “OMG, I’m so sorry about what’s happened. Can I do anything for you?” Hayley, Maddi, Indi and many others asked. I knew they were only trying to look out for me. That night I sat at my desk doodling. I heard footsteps coming up the hall. I tiptoed quietly to the door. They put their hand on my doorknob and started to crack it open ajar. “Back away thief! You don’t want me!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Clam down! I’m only delivering you hot cocoa”, replied my... oh no! Mother! I felt my cheeks going red hot. I just totally embarrassed myself! “I think you’re watching to many horror movies. I think you may only be able to watch them every so often, missy moo”, my mum implied, whilst passing me the mug. My mum always calls me Missy Moo. It’s been my nickname since I was a little kid. My mum left the room rather loudly. I went back to doodling. I thought about it. Who would want to kill my best friend? What would they want her for? No answers came to my head. I decided that tomorrow I’ll take the day off and search for some clues. I was running around the snowy streets of London, looking for suspicious clues. I ran past a field of grass then slowing down, I came across the old, supposedly haunted house. No one had entered the house since 1849. Well, that’s what people say. I ran back home and booted up my laptop. I began to do some research about this mysterious house. After a few good hours of research, I had found enough. I knew what I had to do. I had to go and look in the house. I waited until the weekend to go and look in the house. But before I knew it, Saturday was here. I was riding my bike down the boggy path to the door. People say that there is only one opening to the house, and that is the door that I was riding up to. I heard noises. I started to think that this was a bad idea. I threw my bike down onto the floor and crept up to the door. I knocked. I waited and waited. After a few minutes, no one had answered. I thought the house was empty, so I placed my clammy hand on the door knob, and started to turn it sideways. I feared what I was going to find inside. I closed my eyes as it creaked open. I shivered as I opened my eyes. Out of the blue, I saw a ghostly figure walking over the walls. I tried to let out a scream but nothing came out. I opened the wooden door fully. To my surprise, the house was empty, except for an old wooden staircase at the back of the room. I tiptoed into the house, and over to the stairs. All of a sudden, I started to walk self-consciously up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I saw a window. At that window, was a desk, and sat at the desk was a middle age man! Inside my head I was yelling for mercy, and hoping that he doesn’t kill me. He had fixed his two shiny eyes on me. I let out, “Please don’t kill me! I did nothing to hurt you! Please, please! I’m begging you!” He stared at me as though I was a complete idiot. I decided to say nothing after that, well, except for something else. “Did you kill Annie Fields? You know the one that won lotto?” I asked with a quiver in my voice. He snickered. I froze. “Keep this a secret and you won’t get hurt. Tell people, you get hurt. Understood?” I nodded my head in concern. He walked over to me. I gasped when his face became clear. It was… Trent Walker! The shop assistant at Flight Centre! “I killed Annie Fields. I went for lotto since it went up and I guess, it was the jealousy that struck me that killed her. When she walked into the shop, I knew it was my chance to get her.” He explained not even thinking twice if this was the correct thing to do. I sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. I had to tell someone. I raced to the police station. I flung open the door and asked for Constable Bennett as I knew he was the one looking after this situation. A few seconds after asking for him, he took me down to his office to tell him everything. After I explained everything carefully, making sure I got it correct, I told him where he was hiding. Constable Bennett froze when I told him this. “Well, thank you very much for telling me this. I shall go and get the other cops apart of this situation, and we’ll head right down there now. You’re coming too.” Before I knew it, we were in an undercover police car and heading for the old house. It didn’t take very long to get there. When we were there, we all got out, and I led the way. I stayed at the door to make sure no one else turned up. They walked in and I could see them walking up the stairs. Suddenly a booming voice shouted, “Trent Walker, hands in the air! You are under arrest!” I sighed. Next thing I knew, they were coming out of the door with Trent Walker and his hands in cuffs. I smiled. “I knew I couldn’t trust you!” Trent boomed with anger soaring across his face. I walked home as I wouldn’t want him to see where I lived. The next day, I got a call from the police station. They wanted to thank me so much for solving the case, otherwise he could of put his anger out on other innocent people and as a reward, they gave me prize money for solving they case, and when I’m older to join the squad. I couldn’t wait. A year later, I went to Oxford University. I was studying to become a police woman. From then on, my life was great, and my parents even stoped watching the telly so often, to spend more time with me before I grew too old and independent. THE END
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