Little note here: Being only 14 years of age my story won't be that great. Especially as I have a little trouble plotting stories, and sticking to them. However, I do hope you enjoy my work, and have time to review it so I can improve in the future!
I don't exactly know what I'll be writing about! Some days I'm brimming with so many ideas that it's hard to choose! However, others I feel as if I'm writing the worst pieces ever and end up deleting them. I'll be trying to upload many at a regular pace and I hope you enjoy them!
Thank you!
Ps: This first story is something I wrote in English class a while ago, it wasn't that great and I can't quite remember all of it, but I feel as if I should upload it as to get reviews and improve my writing!
A Twist in Their Story
It was the day before his wedding when Greg Samson died. He had planned to have a small wedding, and a romantic honeymoon in a small cottage in Southern France. However, not everything went as planned. Work was the main problem. His wife knew he ran a business, but didn't quite know what it did. These days neither did Greg. She never pressed into it, knowing it would only agitate him. A lot of things agitated Greg at the present moment. The fact that the cold winter wind was slowly numbing his fingers, and that the gloves he spent £20 on were failing to keep them warm. What annoyed him the most, however, is that today's client wasn't showing.
The location was a small unused park, the swings were broken, the slide rusted, and the grass over grown. Nobody had the desire to come here at 8:00 am, and apparently neither did the client.
He sighed as he impatiently glanced at the time his phone was presenting him. 8:14 am. It was time to go. His footsteps were heavy as he marched back to his Alpha Romeo, he was pissed. He was not going to enjoy explaining this to work at all.
He glanced around as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, after a few seconds of selecting the right keys he finally had the car unlocked only to drop his keys on the floor.
And that was when Bella fired her first shot and missed. She had been hiding in a nearby ditch, waiting. Too nervous to make the shot, but as he walked away she knew it was now or never. The shot hit where his back would have been moments before he reached down for his keys. The man now knew he was a target and had panicked. But she didn't. She steadied her aim and fired again, this time hitting his shoulder. He cried in pain and continued to start his car, not wasting a moment to get shot again.
It was too late however, Bella's gun was already aimed and fired. This time he took a direct shot to the head. She grimaced at the blood. She was selfish, taking a life just to pay off some debt she had for her wedding. She wondered what the man had done to be a target. It doesn't matter, she thought to herself, just contact the boss and he'll send out someone to get rid of the evidence.
She took out her phone and made the call, it would only take 6 minutes exactly for them to get here. There'd be no harm in looking while I wait, she thought.
Curiosity got the better of her as she strode over to the victim's body. She imagined an old, evil face. Someone who looked like the likely target of an evil cooperation. Like the bad guys in a badly written movie.
The man didn't even look like he was in his late 20s yet. His brown eyes were wide open in shock and horror, his body slumped on to the driver's seat. His blood was poured everywhere, covering the white leather seats. His brown hair was stained and matter with his blood.
Bella couldn't take it anymore, she had broken down and slumped on the gravel of the parking lot. How could she do this to someone? Someone so young. How could she do this to herself?
On the mans hand was a wedding band, he was due to be married. So was she. Well, not anymore. She couldn't marry a dead man.
Bringing her gun up her head, she prayed the shot would kill her.