She looked petrified as she ran out to the tall deliveryman lying on the floor and in a sharp meaning full tone whispered something to him. He didn’t seem very happy; he had more anger in his face than a bull chasing a red flag. I tried oh so hard to find out about the men of both my Mum and the delivery men, but it wasn’t working. The both stuck by their argument they must of made not to tell me.
We were now five whole hours behind schedule. It was now one o’clock. With the tall deliveryman still in immense shock I offered to help the other deliveryman change the coloured car came lorry tire. My mum was half way through her second bottle of vodka and the tonic had gone out of the window, literally. Just half and hour later we were ready to finally make the second stage of our move which was to set off to our new house at last!
It took just half an hour to get there. Once we got there we hit another hitch in our move. The keys were not there. Another dilemma in our long chain. With my mum being in such a state I had to ring the estate agent and find out where they were. To my utter astonishment I was told the keys were with contractors in Leicester. We were left with two choices we could either wait the 90 minutes for the keys or break in. The deliverymen were now fuming we had no choice we had to break in to our own house, but my mum kept saying “no”.
We’d just spent every last penny of ours moving how could we afford a new door. This may seem like a small problem to get upset about, but to us, after the day we’d had, it was. Now fifteen minutes after the deliverymen wanted to break down the door my mum was still there stood in the doorway. She wouldn’t let them; I could see how angry they were getting. They kept making lame excuses up like saying they had to go to the dentist. But I knew them needing to get off was something to do with them arriving late covered in bruises and the driveby with the AKA-47.
There was something extremely strange about these deliverymen which everyone else around me knew about. The first thing they got me thinking was that both men had been badly beaten up, then there was the shooting, did this cruel men want to finish the delivery men of? I was determined to found it out. Of I went the deliverymen were still arguing with my mum at the door, I was off. I had now blanked out my mind; all that was in it was my one and only goal, to find out the truth. The day’s memories put behind me. I Detective J. Pinch off to solve my first crime.
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In the distance I could see a dark car hurtling down my new street, had we been followed? Phew the car went straight past but the men had shouted something but I was unable to hear it over they loud pulsing music. I was extremely alert now after I had seen what I thought was the car from earlier. It drive past again but with more speed, but this time they kept the windows down. It must have been the car from earlier. One last final time it came down my street but this time much, much slower. “Bang, bang” two more shots fired directly at the lorry I was now in. Thanks to my detective quick reactions I dived out the way as the bullets came hurtling through the cracking window screen.
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Me and my blank mind were now off to inspect the crime scene - well the lorry. I said to myself in a distinguished voice “Flat cap on my head and long jacket covering my body with a magnifying glass in hand, I went in” I dreamed about the day I would be just like Inspector Morse. That was my only hope for what I had to face.
Thud. That was it the last thing I could remember before Brian our new neighbour was towering above me in the blue sky. I had been knocked out cold; by what must have been one of the black car men swinging the large lorry door in my face. I got up, stumbled around the pavement momentarily and was fine again. I had to get back to being Morse before my mum or the deliverymen suspected something. I told Brian in a harsh tone “Go, Leave me”.
What must have been twenty minutes after I set of from my door to the lorry was gone, but I was finally there in the lorry. Inspector Pinch on his first mission (Im so good at my job I’ve been promoted). I started of in the back there was nothing just our furniture. It was time for me to venture into inhabited territory. The front seats. No more than two seconds after id got it “Bang, bang” two more shots fired directly at the lorry I was now in. Thanks to my detective quick reactions I dived out the way as the bullets came hurtling through the cracking window screen. The second bullet could have only missed me by a few millimetres.
Out I leapt. I was going after that car, I knew this was a bad idea, but it was the only one I had. I knew my bike was at the front of our furniture. On it I vaulted like a triathlon athlete. I was of. The car had sped wrong the corner but it was a straight road. I needed that number plate and I was getting it. Inspector Morse never gives up nor does Inspector Pinch. G A 8 G 5 T 3 R it red. My inspector instincts pointed to this case being bigger than I thought.
The car was slowing, were they on to me? My heart started to pound, racing faster and faster but skipping the occasionally beat I was no fear stricken what could I do? I had no choice in the woods it was. Still shocked after my near life ending experience I sat there reflecting on my awful day. I herd footsteps getting close and closer. I didn’t want to but I knew I had to move deeper into the dark and dirty woods. I no longer could hear the reassuring car noise. I was alone, or wasn’t I? Through the dark and gloomy woods where I knew people had been rapped I tracked. I heard screams and stopped these weren’t females screams. Screams of petrified grown men. The screams were getting quieter and quieter. I was in one sense relived the screams were getting quieter because it ment they were getting further away but I felt extreme guilt for not trying to help the screamer. I don’t suppose anyone could blame me for it though after the day I’d had .I knew I should go after the screams, but after my day I couldn’t bring myself to. I gave it ten more minutes then I set back to my new ‘cursed’ home.
I tried to get on my bike but I couldn’t, I was still vigorously shacking. Constantly looking Forwards . . Backwards . . to the Left . . to the Right. I was in a bad state. The slightest sound sent me and my bike flying to the ground. I’d never been so scared in my whole 15 years of existence. I couldn’t be spotted here. It seemed like hours and hours had pass on my ten-minute walk out of the woods. Once I get to the open I had just brought myself together, my shacking had stopped but I needed to get colour back in myself. One quick look to see if the G A 8 G 5 T 3 R car had gone and I was of. I was still vigulant looking around constantly. I was trying to hide my emotions but I was still petrified on the inside. I took the long way back to try and get some colour in my face even if it was red from the cold so my Mum didn’t suspect anything, she couldn’t find out about the shooting, I was worried about her I didn’t think she could handle anymore bad news.
“Arghhhhhhh” I bellowed in fear. It was the G A 8 G 5 T 3 R car. The driver smiled at me then after several loud ear-bursting revs he was of. The car flew like Michael Jackson in the 100m Sprint.
Only 50 yards away from my house, “Where was the lorry, they couldn’t have unloaded” I repeatedly asked my self. I took a few deep breathes, then walked down my drive. I stood there, motionless.
A dull and dirty cloud had swallowed up the bright sun. The water gates opened and let through the torrential rain. The move had hit its biggest disaster of all. I walked into the house to find my mum lying there. Dead. She had two knifes through her bleeding chest. I kept asking myself “Who, Who had done it, WHO HAD DONE IT” my screams were getting louder and changing “WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS, TO MY INACENT MUM”. Our new oh so worried and inquisitive neighbour Brian came across, as white as a ghost. He told me what had happened, I was distraught. I was disgusted in the way the delivery men had killed her then killed themselves. Ill never move again.
By Paul Allen 10C
