Tom reached his front door and delved into his pocket for his door key; it wasn’t there. It must have fallen out during the fight. He didn’t want to knock, because he would have to wake up his parents, so he ran round to the back of the house and climbed up the pipe next to the garbage.
Fortunately, his bedroom window was open and he climbed through. He threw himself onto his bed.
Tom was scared. He didn’t want to go to prison. He just wanted to be happy. He wanted to turn back the clock. He wanted to be with Angela, but Angela was with Freddie and Tom was no match for Freddie. Freddie was tough and could probably kill Tom if he tried, Freddie cared for Angela more than anything else, therefore he wouldn’t even be able to go near Angela while Freddie was with her, which was all the time. Nearly.
Tom picked up the remote from the floor and switched on the television
The news was on. As ever.
“ Poor Andy Bolton has been found lying in an alleyway dead. If there is anyone out there who witnessed Andy’s death, please call 01342 225 225, we would be grateful for any help.”
He switched off the television and threw the remote on the floor.
He ran out of the house, without a coat, and ran, he didn’t know where he was going.
Scared and confused; he didn’t know what to do. About a million thoughts were running through his head, how was Laura feeling? Was she going to find him? Would he go to prison? His parents would be so disappointed with him if they knew, they would chuck him out for sure and he would have nowhere to go. The rest of the Guardians may let him stay with one of them, but would he want to? They got him into all of this.
Tom stopped outside a café; the news was on- again- there had been a witness who had phoned in, describing a young boy of around 16 wearing a black hooded jacket and tie-dye jeans, the exact description of Tom. They were going to find him, someone had seen. He was so afraid. He had to leave. Tom ran and ran until he reached Rush Mont Creek, the tallest cliff in the area. He leaned over the edge and looked down, there was a 70-foot drop. His mind and brain wasn’t giving him any help and he didn’t know whether to jump or not. He didn’t think anyone would miss him.
I have too many troubles, Tom thought to himself. He didn’t want troubles and problems. Maybe he would be happier dead.
Goodbye, Tom shouted out to whoever was listening probably no one “I’m so sorry”, and he jumped.
By Kathryn Snowden 9:01
