I stood there looking at my new home, I replayed the events of the last 24 hours.
It had all started back in Sunset Valley, when I was working a job for a
criminal mastermind, called Mister Boss. I had gotten a name for myself as a
master thief, I was hired to steal data from the Mayor’s personal computer.
I had climbed up a tree round the back of the house to
gain entry into the mayor’s home. It was easier than it should have been. I
remember thinking that I was just getting better at my job, that’s why no-one
had noticed me. I had already researched the building and knew the route I
would have to take from my current location, so I exited the room I was in and
made my way towards the study, staying to the shadows as much as I could.
When I entered the room, I was shocked to see three
police officers waiting for me.
“Well if it isn’t the stray cat we have been waiting
for,” chuckled the officer sitting behind the desk, “Looks like Mr Boss doesn’t
need you anymore”, they were obviou…
story starts five years ago. It’s not a pretty one nor is it a light hearted
one. I was the daughter of a single mother; my father had left the day after my
younger sister was born to go and pursue the company of younger men and women.
Since that day my mother had sworn off relationships and raised me and my
younger sister, Lucy, single-handedly while teaching us the dangers of marriage.
before you jump to any conclusions, no, the woman in the picture is not me, it’s my
mother a stern and strict woman called 'Daisy-Rose' and this was the last day we saw each other. If you’re wondering who she
is talking to on the phone, then let me inform you, it’s the police. Apparently
being called to help her oldest daughter was a major inconvenience to her, all
she had to do was put the dinner to one side and reheat it later.
my mother finally got to the police station,
I don’t know what took her so long we only lived around the corner, she
pulled me away from my friends. Typical…
I woke up the next day to find that the mail woman had put some letters in my post box, they were all bills, but fortunately I only had to pay §28 so I didn’t have to spend that much. I saw that the latest newspaper had been delivered also, so I picked it up and had a quick skim through, to find the hotspot for tonight, I laughed when I saw the hotspot was 'Waylon’s Haunt', the same bar I went to last night. I saw an advert at top of the page with a coupon for a writing class. Success! I thought I’ll need this to count as experience when I try for the journalist job. I called for a taxi and left to get a lesson.
I arrived with just ten minutes before the lesson started and had enough time to put my name on the register and pay for the lesson. When I finished the lesson, the teacher said I was a really good writer and should start writing stories.
"Now all I need is to buy something to write with and I’ll be on my way" I thought to myself.
As it was abo…