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You'll Never Move Again.

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You'll Never Move Again Written By Paul Allen 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 knives 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 INOCENT MUM". Our new oh so worried and inquisitive neighbour came across, as white as a ghost. He told me everything. * * * * It was a bright sunny Monday morning. The thought of moving house and having the day off school livened me up to new levels. It had finally come, the day in which we finally moved out of out small, dirty, pokey Hucknall house into our new posh five-bedroom Bramcote bungalow. Weeks and weeks of strenuous packing which brought back many bad memories were finally over. There was me, eager old John, waiting at the door with my mother Caroline for the deliverymen. ...read more.

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The day's memories put behind me. I Detective J. Pinch off to solve my first crime. * * * * 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. * * * * 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. ...read more.

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"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 ...read more.

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