I look for him,

In the fog of the early morn.

I know he won’t be there,

But still I wait, and hope

For a glisten of his boat

At the edge of the horizon,

For the sound of his voice

To come rolling off the waves.

He’ll smile when he sees me,

He’ll sit me on his knee,

He may even have a gift

That I will cherish every day.

There’ll be many stories to be told,

And I’ll just sit and listen

Just happy that he’s there,

But I know that will not happen.

One day he will come to me,

And when that day comes

I’ll be here waiting

In the fog of the early morn.

Change creeps up behind you,

you can’t smell it, hear it,

taste it, see it or touch it.

It can enclose you with fear,

or embrace you in its arms.

It can hit you, kiss you,

or pretend you don’t exist.

It shows no remorse for things you’ve lost

only for what you’ve gained.

Chapter 2

 Some more of the untitled story!

Vanessa glanced at the long road ahead. Her brown hair was in a pigtail that was getting in the way of her eyes. The sun was just rising and was very dim causing it extremely hard to see. They were on a freeway and there were quite a few cars on the road considering the time.‘

Who are we flying with?’ asked McGig, who had bought a pack of doughnuts while Hoges stopped to grab a paper and was now casually getting rid of them. He was leaning forward so he wouldn’t miss the answer.

‘We’re flying with British Airways in Business class,’ answered Vanessa.

‘Isn’t that a bit dangerous?’ asked Hoges in concern.

‘Not if we don’t say our job.’

‘Oh.’

After an uncomfortable silence, they arrived at the airport with thirty-five minutes to spare. But by the time they got through the line up to put their luggage in, got their tickets and got through security, they had no time. They rushed to the gate. 

‘Good morning, please give me your tickets,’ said the airhostess, while filing her nails.They gave her the tickets and ran through the passage. But once they got closer to the plane they slowed down to a casual walk. 

‘What’s the point of running when they’re waiting?’ asked McGig chuckling. But when the people at the front of the plane heard him he found out.

.‘We are forced to wait for insignificant people like you to waddle onto the plane laughing at us!’ yelled an elderly lady.

‘B…but…’

‘No buts young man’

‘Ohhhhhhh’

Vanessa and Hoges looked at each other, laughed, and took their seats. McGig followed quickly. It seemed as soon as McGig sat down they started going through procedures and everything. This made Hoges and Vanessa laugh at him even more as well as a couple of other people. McGig blushed.The plane finally started to slowly proceed upwards although it didn’t fly anywhere quick because of a sudden engine failure. As soon as the failure was announced McGig wouldn’t go off the subject that it didn’t matter that they were late and it was meant to happen to prove to everyone that he was right. However as soon as the hostess came around with tea, coffee, magazines, soft drinks, headphones and of course, doughnuts, he stopped.

 After a delay of about an hour, also due to rain, they were up in the sky. The area was very foggy because of the rain, which was still falling a tad but not heavy enough to keep a plane out of the sky.Surrounding the plane was a dense shield of clouds causing massive turbulence. McGig, being airsick and hating planes threw up several times and was now on his sixth pack of gum. Hoges was listening to music, reading a magazine and eating mints. McGig just stared at him in awe.

‘You lucky bugger,’ he said to Hoges. Hoges just snickered and took a sip of tea.

‘For those who wish, the TV screens in front of you have been turned on and have dozens of movies and games for your enjoyment,’ said a hostess over the loudspeaker. Hoges immediately turned on a movie and lay peacefully.

‘Double lucky bugger,’ said McGig. He stared at the soundless movie. ‘I wonder what’s happening,’ he said to himself. McGig knew that if he watched it the motions would make him sick again. He looked over to where Vanessa was sitting and what she was doing. She seemed absorbed in a book; Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. McGig leant over ever so slightly more and fell out of his chair and once again his hat left his head. Unfortunately for him, a lady was also sitting in Vanessa’s row of seats and whacked him rather hard. He got up slowly, throbbing in pain and holding his back. He went up to Vanessa whose interests had left her book and she stared at McGig quaintly.

‘Good book?’ McGig asked in pain.

‘Fine.’

Then one of the hostess’ came and forced him back to his seat.

‘How much longer?’ whined McGig to Hoges who had finished his watching and was now reading a magazine that a hostess gave him.

‘Ask Vanessa,’ said Hoges, ignoring what he said and turning the page. McGig was beginning to get on his nerves-he is incapable of sitting in one spot to long.

‘But I’m afraid of that lady next to her. She’s scary,’ McGig said seriously. But when he saw the look on Hoges face he laughed, to prove to Hoges he wasn’t scared when he actually was.

Hoges stared at him sternly. ‘I seriously don’t get you.’

McGig found out the time from a nearby person and decided to go to the toilet. Hoges had ignored all McGig warning of things that could happen on a plane, which he would soon regret.McGig squeezed down the aisle with much difficulty, his sides hitting the chairs. He soon arrived at the end, exhausted by being hit so much, closed the door of the toilet, gasping for breath.Meanwhile, Hoges and Vanessa were eating dinner along with a handful of other passengers.

Then, a normal looking man who was wearing a black suit went to the back of the plane and put a balaclava on his head. He stuck his fingers in his pocket and felt something.

‘Stupid security,’ he said to himself and pulled out a gun. Everyone, unaware, was eating and chatting and listening to music minding their own business when…‘

Stop don’t move,’ yelled the man with the balaclava. ‘This is a hold-up!’

‘Der,’ said some smart-ass kid.He was waving his gun around like a chicken trying to fly. Obviously someone was telling him to do the hold-up. He was definitely a first timer.A couple of people screamed and fainted. A couple just fainted. Vanessa leaned back to Hoges.

‘Hoges, I stupidly left my gun in my briefcase which is in the luggage department,’ she whispered, ‘I could use Karate but it’s risky. Do you have a gun?’

‘Yes, they let me bring it when I showed them the badge. I’ll just scare him though.’ Hoges indicated at his handgun, ‘I insist.’

‘Well, okay’.

 Hoges stood up with his gun and pointed it at the man. But he crouched again quickly. ’I wonder if this guy has anything to do with our mission’ said Hoges a tad nervously.

‘But he looks so inexperienced. There’s no way he could be.’

‘It might be just an act. Then he’ll just blow the plane first chance he has.’

‘How do you know? He might just be some guy with a balaclava on.’

‘I’m sure. Okay, I’m going back up.’

‘Be careful.’

Hoges stood back up and took out his gun. The balaclava bandit was terrorizing people and scaring the hell out of them.

‘Stop in the name of the law,’ demanded Hoges, pointing his gun at the bandit. ‘I’m going to count to three’

‘So am I,’ exclaimed the bandit. Hoges thought for a while then slowly counted.

‘One…’

‘Two three!’ said the bandit quickly, pulling the trigger. It hit Hoges left arm. People screamed but Hoges hardly flinched though his pain was obvious to Vanessa.

‘Stop in the name of the law,’ yelled McGig, his pants down to his ankles revealing Garfield boxer shorts. He shot. Not seriously like someone trying to kill, but on his hand to make him drop the gun and shocked. And sure enough, he dropped the gun and was shocked.In the very, very, back of the room, Vanessa, Hoges and McGig interviewed the bandit. He now had handcuffs, and he had a bandaged hand and Hoges had a bandage around his arm. Hoges asked most of the questions, Vanessa writing them down and McGig saying things here and there while eating doughnuts.

‘Who are you working for?’ asked Hoges thinking how much that sounded like those big cop movies.

‘I’ll never tell,’ the bandit said, squirming for freedom. Hoges smuggled smirks while thinking about the bandit’s answer and how much more it sounded like a cop movie.

‘Yes you will. Tell or die,’ said Hoges, knowing he wasn’t going to kill the man but grabbing out his gun and pointing it toward the hijacker.

‘Okay, okay. It’s…’Suddenly he drooped. Hoges looked at his back and saw a stab wound. McGig gasped, dropping his doughnuts then gasping again. Vanessa kept writing and looking up casually. But when she noticed she also gasped. They all exchanged looks. They knew none of them did it. They didn’t even hear anything. But someone…

‘They’re after us,’ said Vanessa, jumping up and looking around in alarm. ‘Come, to the cockpit.’

Ok i started writing this story ages ago but i can’t think of a name and havent got that far into it. But tell me what you think of it so far…i might continue on it i havent decided yet.

p.s-if you have an idea for a name it would be greatly appreciated!!!

Chapter 1 ‘How’s your little assignment going Hoges?’ giggled McGig, a huge beefy man whom if you put him in a pigpen you wouldn’t know who was who. Hoges however, was quite the opposite. He was 6 feet 10 and as skinny as a stick. While McGig was giggling at what he thought was funny, he had a pile of doughnuts, which he was casually popping inside his mouth.

‘Ha, ha. For your information McGig, I am very close to solving this case. I only need one more piece of evidence. If only I knew…’ As Hoges was talking, he was half talking to himself like he was about to go in a daze.  McGig began to giggle again.‘By the way McGig, how’s yours going?’

‘Huh?’ said McGig falling of his chair and hitting the floor. He picked up his hat, which had also fallen) and spoke quickly;‘Well, err, um I just remembered a previous engagement.’

‘Thought as much’McGig grabbed a handful of papers and rushed out the door, dropping his hat on the way. Hoges sat there waiting. McGig rushed back in.

‘I forgot my hat,’ he said, sticking it on his head.

‘Good luck on your case,’ smirked Hoges, ‘your going to need it’

‘Yeah, yeah, Ha, ha’McGig closed the door. Hoges sighed and looked at his papers. He just couldn’t understand it. No bullet, no wound, no sickness, no nothing. It was as if Mrs. Croford just dropped on the spot. Only old granny Croford was there and…‘That’s it!’

‘What’s it?’ whispered a voice outside.Hoges got up and opened the door. Down fell McGig.‘How’d you know it was me?’ he asked, wide-eyed.Hoges looked at him and rolled his eyes.

‘One, it’s obvious. Two, I am an investigator as you are and three, I never forget a voice. It’s my job! Now what were you doing?’

‘Well, I heard from Gangreen that the boss is coming to see how we’re going with our cases. And if sees your work and then mine…’

‘You’ll be in serious trouble. So what are you doing? Get cracking! Go interview a suspect. Why come to me?’

‘I need your help.’

‘Oh, now come crawling back to me. Okay, have you got any notes?’

‘No’

‘Then go to…Mrs. David and ask her the following questions,’ said Hoges, looking at the tiny bits of information and his pile. ‘One, where were you at the scene, two, did you hear anything, stuff like that. I’m sure you can handle that.’

‘Okay, I’m going. He’ll probably not find me if I’m on the job. Oh yeah, he’s at Freddy’s office.’

‘Thanks’

‘No, thank-you. Bye.’Finally, McGig had gone to one of his suspects of the disappearance of Kristine David. Hoges sighed once again and pondered again on his notes. He heard a sound from outside and immediately gathered it to be McGig. He opened the door and the boss was there.

‘Good morning sir. How unexpected it is to see you sir. Here is my work sir,’ said Hoges sick of chanting the ridiculous chant. It sounded like they were in the army, not investigators.

‘Well, well done. You are in front. As I expected. I have another case for you Hoges. You are going to work with McGig. Do you know where he is?’

‘Yes sir. He is interviewing a suspect. But I must say, I am near to solving this case and I don’t want to leave it. I’m busting to finish it. All I need to find out is why the only person at the scene of the…’

“Stop your babbling, Hoges. You are to do this if you want to or not. It is your job. You are going to fly to the U.S to find out who killed one hundred and fifty people in Thirty-forth Street in New York. This is big, and the U.S wanted our top investigators. And you are the best. You will have accommodation and everything. McGig, you and the H.O.P’s (head of police’s) top police man. You are to report at my office at dawn. Pass the message to McGig. Good-day.’The boss stormed out of the room with his secretary, Bob, following him, muttering things that he had wrote down. Hoges picked up the phone and rang McGig. Hoges listened as he heard McGig’s ring tone that was the theme song of ‘Faulty Towers’.McGig answered in a disturbed voice, ‘Hello, Investigator McGig speaking. May you please ring back I’m in the middle of an important assignment.’‘McGig,’ said Hoges in an adoring voice as if McGig was a small child.‘Oh sorry Hoges. But as you know I’m…you know…interviewing and…’

‘Yes, but the boss said you could have a little holiday from that job…’ 

‘Hold a sec,’ said McGig as he put down the phone. Hoges grinned as he listened from the other side of the line. This is what he heard:‘Sorry miss, um, I have another case and it’s er, more important. Not that your case isn’t important but…yeah, so I’ll interview you another time.’

‘I sincerely hope you do,’ said a female voice, ‘I’ll be waiting.’‘Good afternoon miss’Hoges grinned. Then McGig picked up the phone once again.

 ‘Tell me Hoges, why did I just do that?’

‘As I was saying,’ said Hoges, ‘you have an assignment, with me. You are going to be my partner and we have to go to the U.S to work on some big crime’McGig was speechless. Finally, after about fifteen seconds of awkward silence, McGig spoke again.

‘What’s the catch?’ He asked slyly.

‘A policeman is tagging along’

‘I knew there was a catch.’‘It’s not that bad. A policeman is just a second companion.’

 ‘No, you don’t know police. I’ve seen them. Mean, trying to get you off the job, and they are the worst showoffs!’

‘Lay off ‘em. I forget when we start. Come over here so we don’t run late tomorrow. Oh, wait we start at…’ Hoges read the piece of paper. He was tired. ‘We need to be at the Boss’ place at dawn. You can sleep in the spare bedroom in my office.’

‘Okay’When McGig arrived at the office, Hoges was asleep. ‘Poor bugger,’ he said to himself. He went into the spare room and fell asleep in a number of seconds.The next morning Hoges woke McGig at three a.m ‘I thought you needed a shower or something before we went to the boss’ 

 ‘Thanks,’ McGig replied sarcastically.

‘I’ve already had mine. We’re having bacon and eggs for breakfast okay?’

‘Yeah, right.’After McGig had scrubbed up, and he was finishing his breakfast, Hoges decided to go.

‘Alrighty, time to go!’

‘Give me some time!’

‘We’re going to be late’

‘Does it really matter?”

‘Yes it does. We want to make a better impression by getting there first!’They did leave, but McGig wasn’t going his fastest, just to peeve Hoges off. Hoges drove his car up the Boss’ driveway, and walked inside the office. McGig was dawdling behind. It was his first major project. He was thinking of the danger he was about to walk into and the danger of his new wife Sarah.When McGig reached the room the boss was talking to Hoges about the new case. McGig heard a sound of an engine and jumped as though it was going to hit his rear end. He looked behind and said shaking, ‘the police are here.‘Excellent!’ said, clapping his hands. ‘Trust me boys, H.O.P’s men are the greatest!’

‘Great,’ McGig said sarcastically to Hoges, now standing next to him. Hoges smuggled a laugh. The boss stared at him sharply.‘Ah good morning General,’ said the boss to H.O.P

‘Yes, if you say so,’ HOP replied pompously. Hoges stared at each other and knew he was a strict bastard. 

‘At least we’re not going with him,’ said Hoges in a very small whisper.‘Since you awoke me at such an abnormal time, I will be brief. Here’s my officer. Good-day’‘Someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning,’ said McGig giggling. The boss was mad. He had to blame someone else.

‘McGig,’ how dare you suggest us to meet at such a ridiculous hour and don’t you answer me back!’ The boss was obviously transfixed, and didn’t see the H.O.P’s number one, watching and listening in disgust.‘And furthermore, I think I’ll take you off this project!’McGig stood there, stunned, stunned. He couldn’t understand the man’s massive ego. McGig could have given him a good whacking but he resisted.‘A-hem’‘Well hello! Nice to be working with you. We were just saying how friends we are!’The police-lady stared at him in disbelief.He then realized she was there the whole time and turned to look at Hoges and McGig. They were laughing their heads off. The boss turned red in the face. He was ruined. (At least he thought he was)

‘I am General McGee. If I am to be working with you, I have a number of rules.’ She gave McGig and Hoges a sheet of paper. The writing was handwriting and a couple of things were in bold print. It was a small piece of paper, about a third of an A4 paper. This is what it looked like:  

Vanessa McGee’s guide to a happy work environment!! J

1.    Work comes first.2.    No one takes all the credit3.    No showing off or stupidness on purpose at any stage.4.    Work as hard as you can Please abide by these rules and we will

Have a better time working together!     

General Vanessa McGee 1^st squadron.

She read the bit of paper out loud. Hoges and McGig looked at each other in disbelief.

‘Is this some kind of joke?’ asked Hoges.

‘No,’ replied Vanessa, surprised he’d even suggest something like that. McGig glanced at Hoges as if to say, “I told you so.”

‘Okay then, lets get to work.’

‘Lets’‘When’s our flight?’

‘About and hour and ten minutes.’

McGig was silently watching the conversation. He was surprised and confused. Everything he was seeing didn’t make sense.‘Must have woke up too early,’ he said to himself.Vanessa and Hoges glanced at him. McGig felt left out like a child. Then he remembered the boss. He found him in a corner of the room hugging his knees and shivering. He seemed to be talking to himself as though he was having a nightmare in broad daylight.‘No, no, nooo!’Hoges and Vanessa looked behind them with their mouths gaping open.

‘Maybe we should call the hospital,’ said Hoges.

‘Agreed,’ agreed Vanessa.They both went in different ways. Vanessa went to the telephone and Hoges went to grab a blanket.

‘McGig, try to calm him down, ‘ Hoges told McGig while rummaging through a cupboard.

‘Okay,’ he replied, trying to keep all sense behind him. His boss going mad? How? Why? He had a headache. But in five minutes all so, The White Men, (that’s what McGig calls them) picked up the boss and they went on their way.

 

It was a rainy night when Jessica Hodgers got the phone call calling her to work. It wasn’t unusual, as she was often called into work when new people were brought in for her to study. Not that you could call them all people. See Jessica studied those that were physically or mentally unknown to the normal speaking human world, as the government kept the job completely quiet. How were they unknown? Well, try to recall the story Hansel and Gretel. A simple made-up fairytale with no real purpose except to teach children not to talk to strangers, all that’s what most people think. But this story is actually true, to a point. Hansel and Gretel Saunders were two fourteen year old teens that had been growing increasingly distressed when their stepmother and father had been fighting at home, causing them to run away, soon to come along a small wooden cottage. There parents never tried to get rid of them and were actually rather well off, plus there was no candy cottage or any of that nonsense. Anyway, outside this cottage was a middle-aged woman of around 45 trying to control some overgrowing vines of the walls of the cottage. She asked the teens for help and they obliged. Afterwards, she invited them in for a drink when she locked them into a rumpus room and kept them there. The woman was believed to be extremely emotionally depressed after the death of her own children and wanted to keep them instead. Luckily Gretel had her phone on her and dialled 000. This woman was arrested and given to Jessica’s clinic. The government covered up the real story with the fairytale.Anyway, on this particular night, she was called in to see a young man who had been roaming around the forest, seeming to be suffering from amnesia. She studied him from the other side of the bars of his cell. The hair on his head was long and ruffled, and he had large bushy eyebrows that connected together on the bridge of his nose. His lips and eyes looked very dry as though he had been denied water. His skin was rough and scratched, and he looked as though he hadn’t shaved for weeks. The man’s ears were also long and narrow, and looked as though they were laid back on his head. She wondered if he was homeless, and hoped this not to be a simple open and shut case that had called her from her comfortable position. ‘Hello, my name is Jessica. What’s yours?’The man looked up at her, looking extremely nervous.‘William’‘Do you have a last name William?’William hesitated. ‘Sanseberry. I haven’t done anything wrong.’‘Yes, and I believe you. But I need to know what you were doing.’‘I was walking in the forest.’‘At two in the morning?’‘I like night, the darkness…it comforts me.’‘I see…we are going to have to keep you here overnight William, is that ok? We’ll have a guard come in and sit with you if you like.’He nodded, and Jessica wondered why he was co-operating so well. Maybe he was homeless, and was happy to have a roof over his head. ‘No guard though, I like to be alone.’ 

                                                *************** The next day Jessica went to visit William again, this time with her boss Charles Breton. They talked once more with William, who again seemed extremely nervous and had developed a twitch. His eyes looked even redder than before. They went into his cell and gave him a full body examination, before walking back out of the cell to talk. ‘I don’t think he’s completely human-I know he looks like it but there’s something about him.’ Jessica said as soon as they had reached a safe distance.‘I agree we should keep him here for another week at least.’‘But he won’t stay willingly.’‘Does any of them? Tell him and then put him on a tranquiliser.’‘Yes sir.’ Jessica went back into the cell and sat on a chair in the corner of the room.‘You’re going to have to stay here for a while.’‘What?’ he sounded aggressive all of a sudden and it surprised her. ‘I can’t stay, not here not tonight.’‘Why not?’‘Well…I have something on…something I have to do…I don’t remember what it was though. I just can’t stay. I have committed no crime! I mean, where am I anyway? I wasn’t even given the right to an attorney!’ He was screaming, and when he finished he was breathing very hard.‘Look, I’m going to give you this, it is going to calm you down a bit,’ she said pulling at the tranquiliser calmly, ‘you’ll be ok.’He sat there, suddenly calmed and let her give the needle to him.‘Do you have a home William?’ Jessica asked quietly‘Yes, I do.’ He looked down. ‘Now please leave, I want to be left to myself.’ 

                                                ************** That night, when the sun had gone down and Jessica was locking up for the night, she heard a low pitched howl, like a wolves, coming from the corridor. She jogged down to the end to see where it was coming from, and to her horror, she found a wolf in one of the cells. She stopped irresolutely, unable to move, and watched it. It was circling around the edges of the cell, as it hadn’t noticed her just yet. She looked around the cell to see if there was a hole, anything to explain how a wolf could get into the cell. Nothing. Then she looked up at the cell number. 293-William Sanseberry’s cell. Jessica gasped-this was William Sanseberry! But how could that be? He seemed like such a nice person when in reality he was…she looked out the window. A full moon….a werewolf. She took a couple of steps back just as William noticed her, letting out a low threatening growl. He thrashed himself against the bars, showing his huge sharp teeth. Jessica screamed for security, as she watched him in shock. How many other werewolves were there near her home? No one in the village is safe anymore. What were they going to do? The clinic was going to have to open, to tell everyone about their doings so the people can be warned for their safety. Charles Breton appeared and saw Jessica and went to see what she was staring out before gasping and stepping back to. William continued to bash against the bars, all Jessica and Charles called do was hope that the bars were strong enough.                                                  ************** ‘What are we going to do?’ she screamed at Charles, pacing around his office. Charles was sitting in his desk chair, holding a quivering hand to his head. ‘This clinic is going to have to speak out.’‘Why?’ Charles snapped sharply, catching Jessica by surprise. ‘We don’t have to do anything. What people don’t know want hurt them.’  ‘What? It will hurt them! People need to be warned and if you don’t want to do it, I will!’‘Oh no you won’t. Who are you anyway? Why would people believe you, you witch!’‘Witch? What the hell are you talking about?’‘I have now decided you are unfit to roam free in this society. I am going to have you locked up under the pretence of practicing witch magic and for being insane!’‘What?? You can’t do this, you can’t!’ Jessica ran for the door where she was met by four beefy looking security guards.‘Lock her up,’ Charles ordered, pointing towards the cells, ‘and give her a couple of sedatives.’‘This is insane,’ Jessica yelled, ‘don’t do this!’                                                             ************ Charles Breton was in panic mode. Even though he was keeping the werewolf fiasco hushed up, he now had to think of new and clever ways that would hide the story if an attack did occur. Then, all of a sudden, the reigning Prime Minister for twenty years Andrew Hughes, was voted out and Peter Trimball came into the chair. That was such a shock to everyone, as you see, all those with high government jobs knew that the election had been rigged all those years, so the clinic and other organisations weren’t found out about. This put Charles Breton in an impossible situation. See Peter Trimball did not know about the clinic as of yet, but it was only a matter of time until he did. So Charles could either tell Peter Trimball about it and try and bribe him, or not tell him and wait for him to find out. And either way if the Prime Minister turned down the bribe Charles and Andrew Hughes would go to jail, maybe even be hanged! So Charles did the only thing he could think of, close the clinic down. Those who were considered a major danger to society were…hanged. This included William Sanseberry. But they couldn’t hang them all. So the rest were sent out far into the countryside; new name, new location, no money. They put police on each side of the village the person was relocated to so that an escape attempt would be futile. Plus if they tried to tell people their story people thought they were insane, as Jessica Hodgers found out. So she spent the rest of her life trying to forget that rainy winter’s night when the phone rang.   

If you told me this time last year that I would be at a new school, with new friends, and only one friend from my old school, I would have said you were nuts. Absolutely insane. And I think it still hasn’t hit me. It’s like I’m running backwards and I can’t help looking at the past as though it’s still happening, even though my new life is going on around me. The worst part is I can see there’s nothing there for me, and no matter how much I dream I was back in year 8 with all my friends (who now coincidently are the biggest bunch of backstabbers I know) I know in my heart it would just happen again. I’m sitting at the dining table trying to swallow down some toast my mum insisted I should eat. I don’t feel like eating. It feels like I’m trying to stuff cardboard down my throat but I do it anyway because I know mums watching. My stomach is full of dread. I never used to have a stomach full of dread before I went to school. I used to be energetic and ready to get to school and gossip with my friends about what we did last night or who we talked to on the bus this morning or fight with my maths teacher about the answers to the questions or get inspired by my wacky English teacher. Or go and sit with the boys and watch them trying to impress us with there wrestling moves. But I have to stop myself thinking those thoughts. That time is behind me. So I get into the car and sigh and pledge to myself to forget the past.  My pledge didn’t work. We had to drop my brother off at my old school where he is school captain this year. How I desperately wanted to go out with him but I knew as soon as I did I would want to come back in. So I waved him goodbye and before I knew it I was at my new school. It’s weird that no matter how many people are at a school they can always pick a new kid a mile away. I think it’s just that look you have, and it doesn’t matter how hard you try to not have it, to fit in with everyone else’s styles and smiling faces, you still have it. It’s like a new book. There may be a second hand book that looks exactly like it, has the same display on the front and everything, but it still has and old sort of feel.  Anyway, after going to office and being mistaken for a year 7 about a million times I went to the gym where I was told the year nines where supposed to go. And I nearly had a heart attack. The year nines alone almost equalled the whole of my old school. I was starting to feel dizzy. There were just too many people. Everywhere you looked, there were people. They looked different too. The girls all seemed to have that perfect hair that you see in magazines and on shows like the OC and the boys just seemed taller and older then the ones at my old school. I feel out of place. I don’t want to be here. I want to go back home and give my mum a hug and cry my feelings out till I don’t have to feel anymore. But most of all…I want to go back. I sat myself down onto the floor next to a group of the most normal looking girls there. By normal I mean did not have superwomen hairdo’s or makeup as think as a soap opera star. I felt like the whole world was looking at me and I was starting to feel very uncomfortable with the attention. What were they thinking? What were they saying? I didn’t know. Mum says I am negative and always think the worst. ‘Everything is going to be fine. Trust me. Be positive,’ she’d tell me reading my thoughts as always.  ‘I am being positive,’ I’d always reply in frustration. It upset me because I didn’t want to upset my mum by not making a million friends and loving the school on the first day.  The teachers started calling out classes and where they had to go. When my name was called I got up and found that the normal girls were getting up too. They smiled at me and I smiled back. I guess they were trying to suss me out, but then again, I was doing the same.  ‘You’re new aren’t you?’ asked one of the normal girls. Stupid question, don’t you think? But there was no way I was going to say so. God knows how they’d react. ‘Yeah’  ‘Want to sit with us?’ Oh my god, oh my god. This was what I wanted. This was my chance, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.  ‘Sure,’ I said, and followed the out of the gym. ———————————————————————————————————

Two weeks have passed since my first awkward day. And I’m not going to lie to you, I did cry when I got home. But it wasn’t depressed or sad tears. They were confused emotion tears, with awkwardness and weirdness and relief and insure and sure all rolled into one. I must admit I still have a that feeling in my stomach before each school day, but it’s not nearly as bad  I think it’s just because I’m still learning so much and I have no idea what each day will bring. I’m still hanging around the ‘normal girls,’ otherwise known as Rebecca, Danielle and Lucy and they seem nice enough. I don’t know if we’ll ever be as close as my old friends were, but then again, they might be even better. I’m just trying to make it one day at a time and I think that if I keep on doing that, I might actually get used to this place. But I guess only time will tell. I’m not going to give up without a fight.

 These are just a few random diary entries i decided to write.

NOTE: they are not about me in anyway and are not true!

Dear Diary, 02/08/06                       

Wow this is my first diary entry. I’ve tried to keep a diary before but I just haven’t been able too but I’ve decided to turn over a new page (literally) and just write one. So I just grabbed a book and…yeah. My English teacher told me it’s a good way to get feeling and worries on paper and out there, and once they’re out there, they may be easier to solve. Plus it gets it all out of your system you know? How would you know you’re a diary but anyway. Hey maybe I could be like Anne Frank or something and have my diary sold and be famous!!! But I don’t think my life is an interesting or historical as hers. It’s just me, writing about me, for no reason whatsoever. You know, I think I’m avoiding writing anything significant down here, and I won’t have a famous diary by just talking nonsense.Well today at school was…interesting to say the least. God Kelsey is getting on my nerves lately. She just seems so insecure and it drives me insane. It’s like she HAS to be with someone whenever we are doing absolutely anything and if say Danny and I want to do a project or an activity in PE or anything she gets peeved like we are leaving her out. But it’s always Danny and I who get left out. I don’t even know if I want to be friends with her anymore. I know it sounds cocky but she  just treats us like dirt all the time and like she’ll get mad at us for no reason and I KNOW she has a hard time at home but there’s no reason to take it out on us! And I’d love to help her but I’m sick of putting up with it and frankly, I think Dan is too. 

Dear Diary, 03/08/06                       

Oh god I can’t believe today. We went to our teacher to ask him what to do and he said just go our own way and if she asks us why we’re ignoring her or something just tell her that she has been being mean and that’s it and see how she goes. Well we did it and she asked and we told her the recent things she had done that annoyed us, She mad excuses for them and then told us a whole bunch of stuff the popular people supposedly said to her about us. So we were like friends again. The thing was that Dan and I didn’t want to be.After lunch Dan and I were on interchange for volleyball and Kelsey was sitting with the kids she was bagging. Sometimes when Dan and I were playing they were saying things like ‘don’t pretend you’re playing volleyball we know you’re listening’ like super loud so we could here. Then, later when we were sitting out, one of the girl Tina came up to Dan and was saying all this stuff she had supposedly said. Dan denied it but she didn’t believe her. I tried to stand up for her but she kept on saying that it was none of my business. The worst bit was, right at the end, Kelsey came up to us both and said happily, ‘I didn’t feel like playing volleyball so what are you guys doing this weekend.’ And I just looked at her and walked away. I couldn’t believe it. The other girls started going ‘she didn’t do anything’ and ‘go and have a cry.’ I just kept on walking. Dan chased after me. And I burst into tears. I couldn’t believe it. I just wonder what is going to happen tomorrow.

She was known all around the schoolyard. She had a mean face, one that would spit, punch, kick, anything. She was feared by everyone. The strange thing was that the guys, and the biggest and toughest of the school thought she was evil. She had a long neck and large shoulders. She even had a moustache. Not a large bushy one but it was noticeable. We all thought she looked like a pit bull. That’s how she got her nick name; The Pit Bull Bully or just The Pit Bull.The Pit Bull was walking down the corridor, no, not walking, strutting down it, like she was the best in the world, throwing evil glances at anyone that would pass, preps or grade sixes, it didn’t matter to her. Maybe she’d throw a punch if she felt like it. People jumped out of her way when she passed. She did not care for the teachers either. She’d swear, not do any work, but now the teachers didn’t care anymore. They’d tried! God they tried! But nothing could stop her. Our school was the only one she had not been expelled from in all of Banyule. But anyways, I’m babbling, and loosing track.

It was lunchtime, and she was, as I was saying before, walking down the corridors to get her lunch. As she passed me, she spat at me and it fell on my freshly unwrapped sandwich. It was my favourite too. Ham and Lettuce with Mayonnaise. I don’t know why, but I think she’s always had something against me. When she came on the first day of term 2 in grade 4, she was allocated to be my friend. I hate it when teachers allocate friends. People can make their own decisions. I had my own friends. But I did it anyway. I told my friends to be nice to her. They took one look at her and decided they didn’t like her, and I couldn’t blame them. But I pleaded with them, and they got down eventually.

At recess I said hello to her and introduced myself and my friends. I was sooo nice to her. I let her have one of my mum’s top secret recipe choc chip cookies with the gooey ooey choc bites inside. That’s what I used to call them anyway. Now I just call biscuits. She didn’t seem so bad after all. Then, one day, she just dumped me. I don’t know why. And ever since them she has been horrible to me. And it really upsets me.

Now I have had enough. She has been tormenting me for two long years and now it’s time to stand up to her. I threw my sandwich in the bin and strode up to her, stranding not half a metre away from her sweaty repulsive face. I really noticed how truly ugly she was at that point. I only then really knew why we called her a pit ball. Tearing her lunch to bits like a dog, spitting every so often and drawl coming down the side of her mouth, it was horrible. But I didn’t care. I was going to tell her how I felt.

“Listen to me,” I said to her suddenly, and as soon as I said that I saw that it was a mistake. I knew she wasn’t used to be talked to that way, but I refused to stop.
“Don’t you ever spit on my sandwich again, or steal my food or lunch money, or punch me in the stomach, or my friends, or act like you own the world, or stop anyone else from enjoying their life just because YOU don’t!”

I was out of breath. I looked in her eyes for a moment to see shock on her face. I then focused on a mole on her forehead. I was terrified, I thought I was going to die, I was so scared.
“Don’t you EVER speak to me like that again, not EVER”

I started to breathe deeply, my heart was humming it was going so fast and then, I looked up and she was gone.

* * * * * * * * *

The next day The Pit Bull Bully didn’t come to school, or the next or the next. Maybe I had hit the truth. What happened to her, I’ll never know. Some people called me a hero. But I have a strange feeling that she’ll come back one day and on that day, hell will surely come. Pit Bull’s never just leave, especially this one.

The once beautiful town of Edenhawk lay in utmost despair. The town had once the noise of children playing, people wandering up the many streets and horse’s hooves, pulling along carriages with love struck couples but now, there was silence. It was enough to make anyone crumble to see such lows, especially if you were that ruled this place. The prince, Prince Prospero, had not intended for his perfect city to crumble in despair.‘I cannot stand this!’ he would cry, gloomily looking out on his land through one of his palace’s many windows. ‘I must get away. I want to live my life, not be stuck here with nothing to do.’ He looked out the window. There, he saw a family, running for life. But why? He leaned in closer to the window. A man was staggering after the family, crying. Prospero now had his nose touching the window’s pane. The man collapsed blood all over his head and body, seeping out of any gaps there was; the sight was just unbearable. The prince pulled his head away from the window and sighed, ‘another casualty for the Red Death.’The Red Death had been told to have struck in many ways, but none as gruesome as the truth. It seeped out of anywhere it could; eyes, mouth, ears, anywhere, but it came out so quickly and so violently that the person would die in just thirty minutes. The cause of this plague was unknown, as well as how you received it. The Red Death was feared among all the lands, arriving on unsuspecting towns and cities, and throwing the life out of all in its path. This was something Prince Prospero couldn’t stand, so he decided to save the people he could, by building a huge castle with everything anyone would ever need, making sure, that there was no way the Red Death could enter. Then, he invited one thousand of the finest people in his land to share in the wining, dining, and entertainment. This, he knew, could never fail. Or could it???

The day had finally come and he and the one thousand others waited by the gate of his castle. “

Prosperian
Castle” he had named it, after himself. He had arrived in a motor car, which he had ordered from
England and, to ensure he was safe, drove it himself. Once he’d arrived, he opened the door to the castle, let everyone inside and threw the key away, where it fell in a lake, hundreds of metres deep.

‘Nothing will wreck my floorless plan,’ he said to the anxious men and women around him, ‘we are safe.’

Five or six months went by with endless partying, drinking and entertaining, each night with a more exciting event then the last. Many had forgotten the world they had left behind, the relatives and friends they had left to suffer. There was no need; they were having the time of their lives. Prince Prospero amongst them. He had, in fact, met a girl he fancied with golden hair and deep blue eyes, with whom he danced each night. He had never thought she’d be the first to go.

It was a stormy night with dark cloud looming over the castle, but nobody there knew, they were dancing at a masked ball that the Prince had organised. People came in the fanciest gowns and suits, laughing and chatting together doing whatever they pleased. It certainly was the perfect night. The prince was looking at them all grinning, he’s perfect plan had worked. They were all going to live. They were free from the dreaded plague that came into their lives, and had all they wanted in life. Nothing was ever going to go wrong. It was then they heard the scream.

The scream came from the powder room on the side of the hall. People started towards it, their minds full of worry, what was it? What could get into this castle?

The prince led the anxious crowd toward the powder room. He had attempted to shrug him off a couple of times, but they were anxious, and they had to see what was behind the walls. The prince walked slowly toward it, grabbing a plate for protection. Just as his hand went toward the knob on the door he pulled his hand away and said: ‘I would be rude to go into a lady’s room’.

A plump man name Sylvester Roddle seemed to have grown tired of the prince’s dawdling, and, knowing someone was in need, barged the door down. Inside lay Louise, blood draining out of her face and eyes, dead.

Gasps came from all around the room, some people fainting, other screaming, and the rest just staring at her in utter horror.

‘How could this happen?’ Sylvester cried, pointing his finger at her mangled body. ‘You assured us we’d be safe!! But…THE RED DEATH HAS RETURNED!!!’

‘That’s…well that’s utter nonsense,’ Prince Prospero said in bewilderment at such a suggestion, ‘nothing can get through these walls! Guards, take this traitor to the dungeon!’

‘Dungeon?’ another cried, ‘never did you mention a dungeon was within these walls. Have you gone mad? I have the right mind to leave sir!’

‘Leave?’ the prince cried hysterically ‘Leave? Well that’s impossible! You see in this castle, if you cease to remember, there is no exit or entrance! We are all destined to die!’

‘If you do not recall,’ a lady said from the crowd, ‘there is a dead body on the floor, and we can’t just leave it there!’

‘Well then we’ll throw her out. Because apparently, Louise did mean anything to you. But she did mean a lot to me. You see…,’ said the prince, returning back to normal with intense grief, ‘I was going to ask her to marry me tonight. I guess my dreams are just going down the toilet.’
He pulled out the ring and placed it on one her limp fingers.

‘Excuse me for disturbing your grief your highness, ‘said a timid voice from the corner, ‘but can isn’t there plumbing or something to make trash go away that the pericyte or whatever it was could’ve got into?’

‘The pericyte! We must find it! It may have already escaped this room!’

‘You majesty!’

One of the many in the crowd was pointing toward a mosquito, flying passively in the air, about fifteen centimetres above the prince’s left shoulder, the prince looked around desperately to face the creature, and then he met it, his face white as a sheet as it flew down toward him. Prince Prospero ran from it, waving his hands around in an attempt to scare it away, backed into the crowd, and closed the door.

‘Why does it have to be a devilish creature so hard to destroy?’ he wept. ‘That vermin would bite any who attempts to destroy it.’

‘Your majesty,’ cried a person in the crowd, quivering with fright, ‘we were all in that room with Louise, we may have the disease!’

‘But,’ cried Sylvester, pointing out the prince, ‘only one touched her!’

Everyone stared at the prince, petrified. The prince looked down at his wet, clammy hands. Had he the Red Death inside him? Was it only a matter of time before he would also meet his fate? Impossible, he thought, shaking the idea out of his mind. Or was it?

‘We must break the door down!’ he bellowed at the crowd, ‘grab anything you can! We must escape!’

‘But…’ started Sylvester

‘THERE IS NOT TIME TO QUESTION ME!!!’ Prince Prospero grabbed a leg of one of the tables in the room and charged at the door. All others followed, grabbing whatever they could, and charging at the door. The impossibility of breaking down the door before them never crossed their mind. Their greed was overpowering them. Their greed of leaving all their friends and family to rot as they eagerly went through the castle doors, having the time of their lives, then waiting to be treated the same in the open world. All they cared for was themselves, no one else.

The door never opened. The greedy people that lay in the walls of that castle perished, one by one. All but the prince. The prince looked around at the piles of mangled bodies, going slowly insane. Maybe it was the thought that his perfect plan had failed, maybe it was the knowledge that he was to die, but while he was growing in insanity, a small mosquito landed on his shoulder, and lay his mind to rest.

 Actually this is my original but since the orders going wierd…..its yet another….enjoy!

This story is posted in www.dailywriting.net in it’s Chamber of Horrors! The night was the stormiest night I have ever recalled in all my life. The rain was coming down so heavy no one even dared to leave their homes. The thunder struck like a cat of nine tails hitting a condemned man for the worst of penalties. I was sitting in my study, surveying the storm from the window behind my desk. It surely was horrific. My darling wife, Catharine, was sitting in the lounge, knitting. She always does that when she’s fretting about something. My two children, my son Edward and daughter Elizabeth were sitting there with her, playing cards. I don’t know where my dog
Harlow was, probably laying on his bed, as he always does. The rain poured down for hours and hours, and I just sat there waiting for it to pass, so I could go hunting to get my family a decent feed for the next day. Finally I gave up and went to my bedroom. My kids had gone to bed hours ago. I thought my wife had to but, noticing she wasn’t there I gathered she was just continuing her knitting.
I awoke early the next morning to sunshine and blue skies. Surprisingly there was no evidence of the storm the night before, I thought as I looked out the window. My children were out there with
Harlow. I looked for my wife; she was in the kitchen, making breakfast. I noted her nursing her hand. I enquired her about it but she just said something about knitting. I told her that that cut would be impossible to do whilst knitting, but she insisted on it and changed the subject. Not wanting to fight I just ate my breakfast passively, and went out to hunt food for the evening.If only I realised then.

It was exactly four weeks after that night. My wife had been acting ever so strangely during the whole time but she insisted it was just a small head cold. Anyway, on this night my wife was out, playing cards with her friends or something, it’s this monthly ritual they decided to start. My children were in the rumpus room with my sister Penelope. I walked outside. The night was perfect for hunting. I called to my sister to take care of Edward and Elizabeth, before I grabbed my shotgun and walked out into the night.
The moon came out from under the clouds and shone brightly. It made me realise how lively the forest is at night. I heard a wolf howl in the distance and my skin crawl. I hated wolves. But that was not nearly as much as I hated werewolves. We once had one in my old town, then two, then four, before the whole town was flooded with them. Only a lucky few survived and fled. I have never known what exactly the wolves are, as the stories are varied so much it is hard to tell which ones are even close to the truth. I know that they are like normal wolves, except are larger and are able to stand on their hind legs at ease. They have huge rigid backs and no mercy. And how they are created, well I’ve only heard of two stories that could be even close to the truth. The first one tells the tail of the devil. In this tail, werewolves were people suffering from mental illnesses usually. The person will go outside to an isolated place and start to draw a circle in the dirt. In the middle of this circle the werewolves would light a fire. He would put on the skin of a wolf which he and only he had killed and rub a magical ointment on his body. Then he would pray to the Devil. At the end of this, the skin of the wolf would turn into their own skin and they would become a werewolf, and go off for their search of prey.

But I think this would be for only the first werewolf, if any. For I believe that a werewolf can only become what they are, by being bitten by another. Once they are bitten, that is it. There is no cure. Once it is found out the person is sent out to be hung, in broad daylight, to make sure that they never feast on another humans flesh. This is what most people believe how werewolves come about.

I listened to another howl. This one seemed closer, and I started to feel anxious of my surroundings. I heard a sound from behind me. I swung around and saw a bush shaking ferociously. I quickly swung my shotgun up over my shoulder and put it in position. The bush seemed to keep on shaking and my feet felt frozen to the spot. Then out jumped…a family of rabbits. I sighed and lowered my shotgun in relief. Wait…I picked my shotgun up again…do I think my family feels like rabbit stew?

I began walking back home, feeling very pleased with myself. My family now had a decent few days of feed ahead of them. I looked around at my surroundings. I liked the way this village looked at night. The way the old cottages looked like something at of a fairytale, and the way the lake shone as bright as the sun on a summer’s day. Everyone seemed to but at ease with everyone. It was then I heard a man’s desperate yell.

I ran in the direction I had heard the yell. It was only two blocks away, near the edge of the forest, where the trees were so close together they seemed like a cramped passageway. I walked down it and at the end I found my good friend being attacked by a werewolf. At least it seemed like a werewolf. It was the same build, yes, but it was slightly smaller, the paws where not as wide, and the facial features weren’t as long as usual. But it was a werewolf all the same. I picked up a large stick and swung it above my head, before throwing it onto the fiend. It turned my way. By now some other people arrived from the village, some holding sticks of fire. They also threw them at the wolf. It stood up on its hind legs, with quite ease, and caught them before throwing them back. The people screamed and ran for shelter. I got out my shotgun and shot at its head and chest, just as the clouds shifted and covered the moon.

At first I thought the bullets had worked. The werewolf let off a deafening howl. It seemed as though it was in agony. It stood, grasping its head with its two paws, moaning and groaning so much that I could not understand what was happening. Then it started to shrink in size. Its paws turned to hands and feet, then the legs and arms, then the body and the head. No…it seemed impossible, how could this be? The werewolf was not a werewolf. It was a she-wolf. It was Catharine. I couldn’t breathe. I knew the penalty for being a werewolf or she-wolf. She was going to be hanged.

I know now that the cut Catharine ha d received was not from her knitting, but from a werewolf. She had been out to fetch some fresh water from the well before morning when it struck. I only wish I heard her scream. I also know that werewolves do not mean the things they do, it is just bad luck. The worst luck. But now she’s dead, and I’m left to take care of Edward and Elizabeth and Harlow on my own, and I just can’t help thinking, if only.