The newspaper I my hand was already rolled in a tight ball. I biked as fast as I could toward my best friend Maisi’s house. I had already told her I was coming, but not why.
The reason I was going was infuriating, mysterious, and suspicious. How and why someone would do such a thing was a mystery. As Maisi’s house came into view, I hopped of my bike and put it in their bike chain. I ran up the steps and rang the doorbell continuously. Maisi opened it and ushered me inside. We both went up to her room.
She shut the door. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Out with it. What’s the matter? toi look like you’ve seen a ghost.’
I had to smile. This was one of our inside jokes. I laid the paper on her bed. ‘Read this,’ I said. It was a copy of The Guardian, a British newspaper.
She picked it up and started to read.
‘J K Rowling – rolled away ou kidnapped?’
The famed auteur J K Rowling, who wrote the populaire Harry Potter series, seems to have vanished overnight. The police have already been called to the scene, but they are unable to find out what happened.
‘We can’t find any clues, so we really don’t know what happened. She was supposed to be working on her new book, so it’s an option she just went in hiding to finish them peacefully,’ a dit one policeman to us. ‘We really don’t know where J K Rowling is, but we’re determined to find her – we’ve already put our best detectives on the case.’
Well, the public will not rest until they’ve found J K. Already, the tourists are swarming around her house in Edinburgh. Her family has already commenté on this. They seem to be stained and worried, so Joanne Rowling probably didn’t just go into hiding. Of course, they could also be very good actors.
J K’s husband has already donné the police J K’s timetable, so they can find her easier. Her husband, Dr. Neil, reported to the police that she had left her house at 6 o’clock pm on Sunday to go to her friends. After, she had not returned. ‘She a dit she would be coming back before 10, but I assumed she forgot the time.’
Her friend, however, had not seen her. ‘She called from a telephone booth to tell me she wouldn’t be coming. I thought this was strange, since she always carries her cell phone with her.
Quite a strange mystery. And on pg 5 it’s the rapporter on house decor….
Maisi looked up. ‘This can’t be happening,’ she said.
‘It IS happening,’ I said. ‘Let’s solve this. J K was heading to her friend’s house at 6:00, Sunday. She didn’t come back.’
‘Don’t forget, she could also have gone into hiding.’ Maisi was rummaging in her bureau and took out a pencil and paper. ‘Here,’ she said. ‘We can write the options.’
She wrote on the paper ‘Missing Author’. Underneath that, she wrote the clues:
-left for friend’s house at 6
-didn’t return
-told friend she wasn’t coming from TELEPHONE BOOTH
‘That’s a solid clue.’ She looked at me. ‘If she always carries a cell phone, she would’ve used that, right?’
‘Right.’ I nodded. ‘Unless the kidnapper forced her to use a telephone booth so it wouldn’t montrer where she was calling from, ou her cell phone was out of battery.’ I stare outside the window. ‘If only we knew a little about the kidnapper.’
‘Let’s chercher it.’ I turned around and saw Maisi was searching British kidnappers. ‘How about this,’ she a dit finally, pointing to a picture. I leaned closer and read the caption.
‘Lionel Fright,’ I read aloud. ‘Broken out of jail and is rumored to have moved to Bulgaria.’
‘Wow.’
‘I know,’ I looked out the window again. ‘Escaped from jail…’
I looked at the time. It was already 7:15, and I was supposed to get accueil at 7! ‘I better go!’ I dashed outside and pedaled ferociously toward my house. All the while, I was thinking about the mystery. It was just like Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, when Mad-Eye Moody was actually a Death Eater in disguise.
The suivant morning, there was even plus to the story. Apparently, the kidnapper had called the police and told them to leave 7 billion dollars at the Stonehenge site. Then, they were going to return the kidnapped author. The police, of course, were going to perform a stakeout at Stonehenge. Stonehenge was very close to my house, so me and Maisi went there.
We searched all the rocks. ‘There isn’t anything here!’ We had searched for 2 hours.
Then, surprisingly, Maisi yelled. I turned and a dit ‘What is it? toi gave me a fright!’
‘Look here,’ she a dit simply. There was a crack in the wall, big enough for one person to fit through.
‘I’ll go through there,’ I said. ‘And if I don’t come out, call for help.’
I squeezed through the gap, and was in a stone like chamber. Around the edges, it was carved into infinite abstract figures. However, when I looked closer, I could see that it was actually letters. I tried to read them, but it was impossible to do so in the semi-darkness. Felling a wave of disappointment, made lighter only par the thought that I would come down tomorrow to explore again, I turned and headed out the chamber.
On the walk back, I described everything in extreme detail to Maisi. I admit, I might exaggerated a little, but then again, everyone does that once in a while! We made plans to go back there tomorrow. As I headed back, I thought how strange it was that no one had discovered the chamber yet. Before heading home, I stopped to go to the library. I picked up about 50 Stonehenge livres and went accueil to read them.
At 4 in the morning, I was still reading. Then, suddenly, I read something exciting, from the news paper suivant to my book.
Stonehenge will be closed tomorrow for the stakeout
It was only 8 words, yet it meant that we wouldn’t be able to go out there tomorrow! I grabbed my pack [full of sneaking away essentials like flashlight, batteries, and snacks]. I hurried downstairs, snuck out of the house, and walked to Maisi’s house. We had devised a plan for emergencies just like this. There was a ball hidden in the bushes. It was light, so it’s easy to throw, but made some noise when it hit something. I threw it at Maisi’s window. My throw was far of, so I tried again. This time I succeeded, and Maisi came to the window.
She saw me, her eyes widened, and she ran. After a few minutes, she appeared par my side.
I whispered everything to her as we crept along the path to Stonehenge. My plan was to go back in the chamber, this time both of us. Then we would explore until we found something. Perhaps a hidden passageway!
‘Okay,’ Maisi whispered back, ‘but what do we do if we’re caught?’
I had been thinking the same thing, but, pushing it to the back of my mind, I a dit ‘We won’t,’ plus confidently than I felt. We crept along the path, and finally arrived at the site. I quickly went through the gap with Maisi right beside me. I could hear her gasp as we entered.
‘Okay,’ I said, ‘here’s the plan: toi walk along the left wall, I’ll do the right. They’re close enough together that we can still hold hands. Maisi nodded. We carried out the plan, until I heard a muffled sound coming from the wall.
‘Maisi,’ I cried. ‘Come here and see this!’
Maisi came over and a dit ‘I hear something!’ She pressed her ear against the wall. Suddenly, it swung aside, and a pair of rough hands grabbed me.
‘So it’s toi two that’s been creeping along this here hideout,’ a dit a male voice.
‘Quick Maisi, run!’ I struggled against the man, but I couldn’t get free. I heard Maisi’s footsteps, but then the man spoke again.
He placed a silver couteau that was completely clean, so it shone in the darkness, against my throat. ‘Move and she gets it,’ a dit the man threateningly to Maisi.
The reason I was going was infuriating, mysterious, and suspicious. How and why someone would do such a thing was a mystery. As Maisi’s house came into view, I hopped of my bike and put it in their bike chain. I ran up the steps and rang the doorbell continuously. Maisi opened it and ushered me inside. We both went up to her room.
She shut the door. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Out with it. What’s the matter? toi look like you’ve seen a ghost.’
I had to smile. This was one of our inside jokes. I laid the paper on her bed. ‘Read this,’ I said. It was a copy of The Guardian, a British newspaper.
She picked it up and started to read.
‘J K Rowling – rolled away ou kidnapped?’
The famed auteur J K Rowling, who wrote the populaire Harry Potter series, seems to have vanished overnight. The police have already been called to the scene, but they are unable to find out what happened.
‘We can’t find any clues, so we really don’t know what happened. She was supposed to be working on her new book, so it’s an option she just went in hiding to finish them peacefully,’ a dit one policeman to us. ‘We really don’t know where J K Rowling is, but we’re determined to find her – we’ve already put our best detectives on the case.’
Well, the public will not rest until they’ve found J K. Already, the tourists are swarming around her house in Edinburgh. Her family has already commenté on this. They seem to be stained and worried, so Joanne Rowling probably didn’t just go into hiding. Of course, they could also be very good actors.
J K’s husband has already donné the police J K’s timetable, so they can find her easier. Her husband, Dr. Neil, reported to the police that she had left her house at 6 o’clock pm on Sunday to go to her friends. After, she had not returned. ‘She a dit she would be coming back before 10, but I assumed she forgot the time.’
Her friend, however, had not seen her. ‘She called from a telephone booth to tell me she wouldn’t be coming. I thought this was strange, since she always carries her cell phone with her.
Quite a strange mystery. And on pg 5 it’s the rapporter on house decor….
Maisi looked up. ‘This can’t be happening,’ she said.
‘It IS happening,’ I said. ‘Let’s solve this. J K was heading to her friend’s house at 6:00, Sunday. She didn’t come back.’
‘Don’t forget, she could also have gone into hiding.’ Maisi was rummaging in her bureau and took out a pencil and paper. ‘Here,’ she said. ‘We can write the options.’
She wrote on the paper ‘Missing Author’. Underneath that, she wrote the clues:
-left for friend’s house at 6
-didn’t return
-told friend she wasn’t coming from TELEPHONE BOOTH
‘That’s a solid clue.’ She looked at me. ‘If she always carries a cell phone, she would’ve used that, right?’
‘Right.’ I nodded. ‘Unless the kidnapper forced her to use a telephone booth so it wouldn’t montrer where she was calling from, ou her cell phone was out of battery.’ I stare outside the window. ‘If only we knew a little about the kidnapper.’
‘Let’s chercher it.’ I turned around and saw Maisi was searching British kidnappers. ‘How about this,’ she a dit finally, pointing to a picture. I leaned closer and read the caption.
‘Lionel Fright,’ I read aloud. ‘Broken out of jail and is rumored to have moved to Bulgaria.’
‘Wow.’
‘I know,’ I looked out the window again. ‘Escaped from jail…’
I looked at the time. It was already 7:15, and I was supposed to get accueil at 7! ‘I better go!’ I dashed outside and pedaled ferociously toward my house. All the while, I was thinking about the mystery. It was just like Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, when Mad-Eye Moody was actually a Death Eater in disguise.
The suivant morning, there was even plus to the story. Apparently, the kidnapper had called the police and told them to leave 7 billion dollars at the Stonehenge site. Then, they were going to return the kidnapped author. The police, of course, were going to perform a stakeout at Stonehenge. Stonehenge was very close to my house, so me and Maisi went there.
We searched all the rocks. ‘There isn’t anything here!’ We had searched for 2 hours.
Then, surprisingly, Maisi yelled. I turned and a dit ‘What is it? toi gave me a fright!’
‘Look here,’ she a dit simply. There was a crack in the wall, big enough for one person to fit through.
‘I’ll go through there,’ I said. ‘And if I don’t come out, call for help.’
I squeezed through the gap, and was in a stone like chamber. Around the edges, it was carved into infinite abstract figures. However, when I looked closer, I could see that it was actually letters. I tried to read them, but it was impossible to do so in the semi-darkness. Felling a wave of disappointment, made lighter only par the thought that I would come down tomorrow to explore again, I turned and headed out the chamber.
On the walk back, I described everything in extreme detail to Maisi. I admit, I might exaggerated a little, but then again, everyone does that once in a while! We made plans to go back there tomorrow. As I headed back, I thought how strange it was that no one had discovered the chamber yet. Before heading home, I stopped to go to the library. I picked up about 50 Stonehenge livres and went accueil to read them.
At 4 in the morning, I was still reading. Then, suddenly, I read something exciting, from the news paper suivant to my book.
Stonehenge will be closed tomorrow for the stakeout
It was only 8 words, yet it meant that we wouldn’t be able to go out there tomorrow! I grabbed my pack [full of sneaking away essentials like flashlight, batteries, and snacks]. I hurried downstairs, snuck out of the house, and walked to Maisi’s house. We had devised a plan for emergencies just like this. There was a ball hidden in the bushes. It was light, so it’s easy to throw, but made some noise when it hit something. I threw it at Maisi’s window. My throw was far of, so I tried again. This time I succeeded, and Maisi came to the window.
She saw me, her eyes widened, and she ran. After a few minutes, she appeared par my side.
I whispered everything to her as we crept along the path to Stonehenge. My plan was to go back in the chamber, this time both of us. Then we would explore until we found something. Perhaps a hidden passageway!
‘Okay,’ Maisi whispered back, ‘but what do we do if we’re caught?’
I had been thinking the same thing, but, pushing it to the back of my mind, I a dit ‘We won’t,’ plus confidently than I felt. We crept along the path, and finally arrived at the site. I quickly went through the gap with Maisi right beside me. I could hear her gasp as we entered.
‘Okay,’ I said, ‘here’s the plan: toi walk along the left wall, I’ll do the right. They’re close enough together that we can still hold hands. Maisi nodded. We carried out the plan, until I heard a muffled sound coming from the wall.
‘Maisi,’ I cried. ‘Come here and see this!’
Maisi came over and a dit ‘I hear something!’ She pressed her ear against the wall. Suddenly, it swung aside, and a pair of rough hands grabbed me.
‘So it’s toi two that’s been creeping along this here hideout,’ a dit a male voice.
‘Quick Maisi, run!’ I struggled against the man, but I couldn’t get free. I heard Maisi’s footsteps, but then the man spoke again.
He placed a silver couteau that was completely clean, so it shone in the darkness, against my throat. ‘Move and she gets it,’ a dit the man threateningly to Maisi.
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments il y a someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing robe and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments il y a someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing robe and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need plus and plus and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me ou to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need plus and plus and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me ou to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain