Post by HMW on Nov 24, 2005 9:41:06 GMT -5
hey this is the story i did for GCSE english it was graded an A so im happpyy.....................
She sat on the creaking swing. The cool December air ruffled her messy long blonde hair forcing her to pull the black jumper from around her waist and over her head. Looking around the park she noticed she was alone. No one could hurt her so with one swift movement she pulled out her lighter from her jean pocket.
Flick the lid was open
Click the tiny flame erupted.
A large bang exploded from a nearby street making her drop the lighter. She cursed as it fell shut on the dirty ground. She looked up and around for the source of the interruption, but found nothing. Cursing again she picked up the lighter and cleaned the dirt from the silver surface.
Flick the lid was open
Click the tiny flame erupted.
She sat there watching the flame dance creating shadows around the inscription. She knew her mission. She had no choice in the matter. She had to make him pay. She needed revenge.
She flicked the lid shut on the lighter sliding it into her back pocket so she could grasp the chains of the swing and pull herself up.
As she crossed from the south side of town through the winding roads and overgrown parks she thought of her mother and what she would want to happen even though she would never ask her. She cringed at the memory of this morning when she had put her foot down completely over the offer of her paying her way. She had two part time jobs and she was 17 in under a month, yet her mother was set in her ways. So would not let her pay until she was 18 even though she was working her fingers to the bone night and day. If only she was happy and free and not weighed down by never ending debts.
The mission would not solve anything. She was only doing it to please herself. May be it would stop the hurt that the presents could never fill. With that thought she acknowledged a simple fact. A present would arrive four days before Christmas, wrapped in parcel paper, addressed to Jane Delilah Edwards, which would make her mother cry for hours. She came to an abrupt halt outside the house, knowing step by step what she had to do. What she was going to do. Yet she still looked through the window, she had to just one last time, just to know if he was happy. There were no lights on in the house. All curtains were drawn and within it was silent. All she could do would be to pray he was happy. Like she used to be once.
Moving around the house she had so carefully watched she came across the backdoor. The hard part was getting out, getting in was quite easy, the key to the back door was under stones inside a pot plant. That was one family secret he had let slip one summer’s night when he failed to find his keys. So with one swift movement she took the key and placed it in the lock turning it so slowly she could hear all the tiny mechanical clicks. Then a slightly louder click and the door easily pushed open. She was inside. In his home. There was no turning back now, not now.
She looked around the pitch-black room she had stepped into. It was surely the family kitchen, its central feature being a large wooden dining table cluttered with papers and books.
The mission took her over again. So quickly yet quietly she systematically searched all the cupboards and drawers trying to find anything that would help her mission, which didn’t prove difficult. Her Father had always been a strong spirits man, finding only five bottles one only half full she started to cover the central table with the liquid as well as the surrounding work surfaces.
She stood silently in the door she would soon run out of only to question what she was about to do. Pulling the lighter out of her pocket she read the inscription on the side. She had read it thousands of times yet this would be the last time.
“To my Jane with All the Love In the World Daddyâ€
Flick the lid was open
Click the tiny flame erupted.
Walking to the table she dropped the lighter carefully and in an instant the room was aflame with dancing blue and orange flames. That would surely engulf anyone that ventured too close.
if you dont like it remember not to read any other stories i post!!!!
HmW
She sat on the creaking swing. The cool December air ruffled her messy long blonde hair forcing her to pull the black jumper from around her waist and over her head. Looking around the park she noticed she was alone. No one could hurt her so with one swift movement she pulled out her lighter from her jean pocket.
Flick the lid was open
Click the tiny flame erupted.
A large bang exploded from a nearby street making her drop the lighter. She cursed as it fell shut on the dirty ground. She looked up and around for the source of the interruption, but found nothing. Cursing again she picked up the lighter and cleaned the dirt from the silver surface.
Flick the lid was open
Click the tiny flame erupted.
She sat there watching the flame dance creating shadows around the inscription. She knew her mission. She had no choice in the matter. She had to make him pay. She needed revenge.
She flicked the lid shut on the lighter sliding it into her back pocket so she could grasp the chains of the swing and pull herself up.
As she crossed from the south side of town through the winding roads and overgrown parks she thought of her mother and what she would want to happen even though she would never ask her. She cringed at the memory of this morning when she had put her foot down completely over the offer of her paying her way. She had two part time jobs and she was 17 in under a month, yet her mother was set in her ways. So would not let her pay until she was 18 even though she was working her fingers to the bone night and day. If only she was happy and free and not weighed down by never ending debts.
The mission would not solve anything. She was only doing it to please herself. May be it would stop the hurt that the presents could never fill. With that thought she acknowledged a simple fact. A present would arrive four days before Christmas, wrapped in parcel paper, addressed to Jane Delilah Edwards, which would make her mother cry for hours. She came to an abrupt halt outside the house, knowing step by step what she had to do. What she was going to do. Yet she still looked through the window, she had to just one last time, just to know if he was happy. There were no lights on in the house. All curtains were drawn and within it was silent. All she could do would be to pray he was happy. Like she used to be once.
Moving around the house she had so carefully watched she came across the backdoor. The hard part was getting out, getting in was quite easy, the key to the back door was under stones inside a pot plant. That was one family secret he had let slip one summer’s night when he failed to find his keys. So with one swift movement she took the key and placed it in the lock turning it so slowly she could hear all the tiny mechanical clicks. Then a slightly louder click and the door easily pushed open. She was inside. In his home. There was no turning back now, not now.
She looked around the pitch-black room she had stepped into. It was surely the family kitchen, its central feature being a large wooden dining table cluttered with papers and books.
The mission took her over again. So quickly yet quietly she systematically searched all the cupboards and drawers trying to find anything that would help her mission, which didn’t prove difficult. Her Father had always been a strong spirits man, finding only five bottles one only half full she started to cover the central table with the liquid as well as the surrounding work surfaces.
She stood silently in the door she would soon run out of only to question what she was about to do. Pulling the lighter out of her pocket she read the inscription on the side. She had read it thousands of times yet this would be the last time.
“To my Jane with All the Love In the World Daddyâ€
Flick the lid was open
Click the tiny flame erupted.
Walking to the table she dropped the lighter carefully and in an instant the room was aflame with dancing blue and orange flames. That would surely engulf anyone that ventured too close.
if you dont like it remember not to read any other stories i post!!!!
HmW
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well dont you deserve an A I think for that!
It's not really good enough to be read haha