So, its my first time, so it will be very crap, might as well try.
My name is Ruby Bradshaw. I am 14 years old and I have long, dark brown hair and brown eyes to match. I am around 5'3 and I love drawing. Drawing means everything to me. I carry around a backpack that has all my sketching equipment, pencils, pens, rubbers, charcoal, crayons and most importantly, my sketchpad.
I was in the our lounge, watching T.V, when there was a knock at the door. My parents had gone out and my big brother Mike was upstairs playing on a new game he got called Black Ops (I tried it once and failed miserably) so he wouldn't answer it. Which meant I had to.
I got up and went to open the door. There were two policemen standing there. Well a policeman and a policewoman. I wondered what could be wrong, Mike never did anything bad and I certainly didn't.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous. They looked at each other then looked at me. The woman spoke.
"I'm afraid there was a car accident, that involved your parents," the policewoman looked down at her hands.
"Are they hurt?" I asked, starting to get worried. My mother and father were good drivers, they obeyed the rules of the road.
"I'm afraid they're gone," the man said bluntly. I felt my throat close in, and I found it hard to breathe. That can't be right, they cant be dead. I needed to sit down. I walked into the lounge slowly, not trusting the fact that my legs would support me. I sat down on the sofa and just stared at the clock above the fireplace.
I didn't invite the police in, but they entered anyway.
"Where will we go?" I asked choking back tears.
"Your aunt Tina has offered to look after you. You and your brother will go to Fleet Hampshire where your aunt lives. She will pick you up from the train station at 6 so you might want to pack," said the policeman. I nodded and had to hold back more tears that were threatening to spill.
"We're sorry that this happened," the woman said. At that moment Mike came down the stairs.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. Mike's brown hair was all muffled up his eyes were content on staring at the police.
"Im sorry to tell you but your parents were involved in a car incident and are no longer here," the man said. He meant as in they are dead.
Mike didn't say anything. He was staring at the police for what seemed like minuets. When he finally spoke it was harsh and cold.
"Get out," was all he said. The police didn't move for a moment then walked out the door closing it behind them.
When the door closed my tears spilled down my cheeks. Mike came down the stairs and sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug. Me and Mike had a good brother-sister relationship. We did have our moments when we just wanted to throttle each other, but I stilled loved him.
"It's going to be al right," he said rubbing my back. He let me cry for at least half an hour before I finally stopped. I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. I looked up at Mike and could see the tears that had run down his cheeks. He was a lot better at not crying then me, even if he still did. I had cried a lot more then him, but I suppose that doesn't matter right now.
"We have to go pack," I said to Mike. My voice sounded a little shaky but you cant blame me. Mike nodded and went upstairs. I took a deep breath and followed him. He was getting our suitcases out from under our parents room. He got out mine and passed it to me.
I walked into my room and dumped my suitcase on my bed. I walked over to my wardrobe and grabbed all of my tops. I sorted them into my case then pulled out my box, that held all of my jeans. I planted them on top of my tops and went to grab my make-up and brushes. Once they were in I still needed some other things.
After about 40 minuets I had all my stuff. I dragged my suitcase down the stairs and left it in the lounge. There was a letter stuck in the mailbox. I walked over to the door and took it out.
Dear Ruby and Mike
I opened it and it read:
Dear Ruby and Mike,
I am very sorry to hear what has happened and as soon as I found out I knew I had to help, so I sent this as soon as I could. I know you must be more upset then me, but i'm sure when you arrive here, you will be happy. Don't worry about bringing any quilts or pillows, only bring your clothes and things you find important to you. Mike, you don't have to worry about your game machines I just went out and bought them, because I know how much young boys like your games. Ruby, I know how much you like drawing and animals so I have changed your room that you will be staying in to your satisfaction.
I know I can not undo what has been done, but I can help you as much as I am able too. I love you both
Aunt Tina
I went upstairs and gave Mike the letter. He quickly scanned it and gave it back. I watched him walk over to his shelf and grab all of his games and dumped them in another suitcase. He closed the case and picked it up and the other case that was on his bed. I went into mum and dads room and picked up a photo. It was a picture of me, mum, dad and Mike. We were all smiling and I was giving Mike bunny ears.
I smiled to my self and put the photo in my pocket. I would keep it with me always.
Hoped you like it, I know its short but the next one will be longer I promise, review!