About a Lost Boy.

Authors Avatar

About a Lost Boy

Luke looked into his cornflake bowl and watched the solitary flake sink into the milk.  

“Do you have to go away again?” He asked his Mother, whilst still watching the bowl.  “It’s the third time this month.  I haven’t seen Dad for two months.”

“Now you know that both Dad and I are very busy people.  Dad is in Saudi Arabia and I have to go to L.A. to meet up with Catherine Zeta-Jones to discuss a make-up promotion, so be a good boy and don’t moan.  I promise I will bring you back something nice.”  His Mother turned her back on Luke and began rummaging through her bag again.

“I don’t want anything nice, I just want us all to be together.” Luke mumbled.

“What was that dear?” His Mother wasn’t really listening.

“Never mind, you have a great time in L.A.” Luke got up from the table and went upstairs to get dressed for school.  

He was in his last year, the most important year according to his teachers.  They were piling on the pressure now – “you must finish your coursework”  “don’t forget to revise”.  He was sick of it.  Didn’t they know that was all he did do?

He heard the front door shut.  “Mum?” There was silence, he looked out of his bedroom window to see his Mother getting into a taxi. “Bye Mum, see you next week” He said out loud to no one.

School was just as he had thought it would be – boring.  Mr McLaughlin, his IT tutor, was going on about the importance of getting course work in on time yet again.  Luke let his mind wander.  He had been away with his parents to exotic places on holiday but even then they had both spent most of the time either on their mobiles or on their laptops plugged into the Internet.  Luke wanted adventure.  He wanted to explore.  He wanted to show his parents that he was alive.

When the bell went for the end of school, Luke had almost worked out his plan.  All the way home he went over and over in his mind what he was going to do, so much so that he was standing in porch before he realised it.

He opened the front door to silence.  He raced upstairs to his Father’s study.  He knew where the safe was hidden AND he knew the combination! What a stroke of luck that he had been passing the door when his Father was trying to memorise the number out loud on one of the very few

occasions that he was home.

Luke pulled back the picture hiding the safe.  For a few seconds his hands trembled and his heart beat so hard he could have sworn it was in his mouth.  Swallowing hard he punched in the first digit.  The safe bleeped.  He punched in the second digit, then the third and then the last.  The safe gave a long bleep and Luke heard a click.  He tested the lever, it gave way and he pulled open the door.

Join now!

Luke stared inside the safe.  There were several piles of money, mostly bundles of £50 notes.  His Mother’s diamond necklace in its Tiffany box was there too.  Luke felt hot and he realised he was holding his breath.  He backed away from the open safe and sat down in his Father’s leather chair.  Should he do it?  Luke began to have doubts.  The phone rang making Luke jump.  He picked up the receiver.

“Luke its Mum, I’m in LA just thought I’d ring to check you are OK?”  Her voice sounded so distant.

“Yes, Mum I’m fine.  We had a ...

This is a preview of the whole essay