Hullo reviewers, nice reviewers who'll give me lots of lovely reviews *hint
hint*
Yeah, so anyways, cut to the chase, I'm gonna finish this story soon, I'm getting tired of it, and yeah, so it's gonna end soon so I can start something else.
Disclaimer- I am a tramp, I own zilch, well some stuff, but nada.
On with the story, oh yeah, thanks for y'all's reviews. To the person who's name I cant remember who asked what the first chappie had to do with anything, well you're gonna find out now, well not precisely now, but later in the chappie k?
Oh yeah, y'know they have Euros in Italy right? Well that's what I mean when I put an E instead of a $ or a £ ok? Cos I can't find a euro symbol on this keyboard o_O.
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Chapter 7- *Interlude* (Ok, so I can't think of chapter name, stoopid song has no more good lyrics, another reason for finishing this story quick)
I yawned. It had been a long few days, and now I was so tired. Lucky, it was a bank holiday today, otherwise, I think I would have been too tired for school.
The sky was growing steadily darker as the grey clouds took over the blue. Ugh, it was gonna rain again, maybe another thunderstorm. My cereal was getting soggy, but I wasn't too bothered, I was too engrossed in today's paper. I scanned the headlines, 'Fuel Shortage', 'Taxes rising', yet more celebrity marriages, until a small article caught my eye. 'Millionaire's mysterious death: Enquiry underway.' I bought the paper closer, so I could read the article:
'Yesterday night, at approximately 9:47pm, the doctors who had arrived at the E8, 000,000 home of Mr. A. Giancarlo pronounced him dead.
Giancarlo, where had I heard that name before??
It has not yet been revealed the cause of death, but it has been suggested that it was not a natural death, but it is hard to prove anything at this early stage of a post mortem. Mr. Giancarlo was only in his 40s, and so had not yet written a will,
But aren't you supposed to write a will..never mind, I suppose that he's a millionaire, so they think they can live forever, obviously not.
but it is rumoured that he has left his fortune, to his 15-year-old son, who didn't wish to be interviewed at this point in time. We will have more on this case as it unveils.'
My thoughts were interrupted by my mum coming in, and I quickly busied myself with pretending to eat my by now, inedible cereal. I got up and CRASH! The bowl fell to the floor as I knocked it with my elbow, spilling half of it into my lap, in my hurry to leave,
"Oh Sh-ugar," I changed word mid-sentence as my mum glared disapprovingly. I then cleared up the mess and went upstairs, taking the paper with me.
As I lay on my bed thinking, the answer suddenly hit me, Enrique! I jolted upright and reached for my phone, no, I'd better not bother him now, it's better to go and check if he's ok in person, later, so I put the phone back down again and went searching for Pumpkin.
Later, after lunchtime, once I had changed out of my cereal-soaked trousers, I decided to go see Enrique, I knew that he would probably be at the town centre. I walked up my path and turned into the street, I then tripped up on the uneven paving, falling to the floor, got up and turned to the left, to my surprise, I saw somebody standing there, Johnny. What was he doing here? How did he know where I lived?
"Hey Natalie," he said with utmost confidence "Sorry 'bout that, I didn't look where I was going."
"It's alright," I noticed that he was looking behind me, rather than at me, "is something wrong?" I asked, stepping to the side, I was really determined to get past now.
He sidestepped me and blocked the path. "No, what's the hurry?"
"I need to get somewhere, so if you'll excuse me," I tried to push past him, but he stuck his arm out.
"If you're going to see Enrique, then I wouldn't bother, he won't answer the door to anyone, not even us." He looked down at the path with these words, "I know how he feels, losing a family member, but it hurts even more when you're close to them, and it's no excuse to." He broke of mid- sentence, then turned around and slowly started off down the street, shoulders drooping, dejected.
I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or just wanted some sort of attention. Enrique had told me about Johnny before, about how he wanted all attention on him, and did anything to get it. He said that Johnny came from a large family, and struggled to get noticed, but I couldn't see how that was a problem for him, he was so confident and loud.
"Wait," I said after he was about half way down the street, "How do you know about Enrique? It is him, right?"
He turned around to face me, as I drew nearer, his face passive. "You read in the paper right?" I nodded, "Well, we got our ways of finding out. We were all there, but Robert and me went, Oliver was there most of the night, and he knows, but it's like he's disappeared. We can't get in touch with him, his father says that he's not at home, and so we don't know the full details."
"Oh," I didn't know that the rest of them were so involved with each other's business, "well, I'm going to see him anyway," I then walked off, past Johnny, who this time, did nothing to stop me, but instead stared at the sky.
The rain slowly dropped onto the pavement as I climbed the long road to Enrique's house, "Why does he have to live on a damn hill?" I grumbled as I trudged up the slope, watching the pavement and the steadying darkness of the concrete. The rain became harsher by the time I reached the top; it took a reasonable time considering how long the hill was.
I reached the top and rang the bell, a voice buzzed over the intercom, "Who is it?" I couldn't tell who was speaking, the intercom distorted it.
"Natalie Lierre," I answered and waited for a reply. The gates then swung open and I walked up the long pathway to the house. I reached the door and it swung open, Enrique stood there.
He had a grin on his face but it didn't look quite right, it was hard to place exactly what it was but it just gave me the creeps. "Um, hi," I said, standing in the rain, hair dripping onto my face and shivering, my clothes sodden.
"Come in," this was all he said, then turned and walked up the stairs. I was puzzled, but instinctively followed, not quite understanding why. I had been to his house before, but it seemed empty now, lonely, as if time itself had stopped. There was no noise from any of the rooms, just the sound of our footsteps on the stairs. It was freaky. I didn't speak, not wanting to be the one to break the silence.
I followed him up 4 flights of stairs, until he reached one last set of stairs that looked like they went up to the attic. He turned to face me, his eyes alight, it was strange, there was a hint of madness in his glance, he didn't look normal, I could tell that there was something wrong.
"I've got something to show you," He nodded his head towards the direction of the stairs. I nodded and followed him up the stairs, unbeknownst of why.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Hugo)
"Hugo," I heard my mum call up the stairs, sighing I turned off my CD and trudged down the stairs,
"What?" I asked grabbing a can of coke out the fridge,
"Natalie's been gone an awfully long time, I think you should go and find her," My mum looked worried. I glanced out the window, it was pouring with rain and lightning illuminated the sky as thunder rumbled across it.
"Mmmm, I'll go get her, don't you worry," I said, nodding, then I reached for the car keys and walked out the door, leaving my mum standing with the coke can in her hand.
I drew my arm over my head as I ran for the car, trying not to get too wet. Where could Nat be? Oh I know! She's probably at the town centre, no, she'd be back by now, where else does she go?
"Looking for Natalie?" I snapped my head around to see a boy standing on the pavement; he was completely dry, as if it weren't raining, but I couldn't see any means of shelter near him. I didn't reply, so he continued.
"Well are you looking for her?" He looked angry, his eyes burning brightly, as he spoke
"Yes, how did you know?" He stared on into the night, not answering, then he spoke 2 words,
"Enrique's house," Then, he disappeared. I blinked, but he didn't appear again. What just happened? Ugh, my eyes must be going funny. I was puzzled, but I knew where Nat was, so I got in the car and started the engine and drove off as fast as I could, towards the house on the hill.
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Okies! That was short, sorry. Any queries about what was going on, you can email me/put it in your review and I will gladly tell you. Thanks, next chappie's the last by the way, so enjoy it while you can! Mwahahahaha I'm so evil!
You'll all be nice and give me lotsa nice reviews right????? Lots of cookies for the nicest reviewer, or a big basket of chocolate maybe.Or some nice lucky charms for the authoress *hint hint*
Jolly ((~(^-^)~))
Yeah, so anyways, cut to the chase, I'm gonna finish this story soon, I'm getting tired of it, and yeah, so it's gonna end soon so I can start something else.
Disclaimer- I am a tramp, I own zilch, well some stuff, but nada.
On with the story, oh yeah, thanks for y'all's reviews. To the person who's name I cant remember who asked what the first chappie had to do with anything, well you're gonna find out now, well not precisely now, but later in the chappie k?
Oh yeah, y'know they have Euros in Italy right? Well that's what I mean when I put an E instead of a $ or a £ ok? Cos I can't find a euro symbol on this keyboard o_O.
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Chapter 7- *Interlude* (Ok, so I can't think of chapter name, stoopid song has no more good lyrics, another reason for finishing this story quick)
I yawned. It had been a long few days, and now I was so tired. Lucky, it was a bank holiday today, otherwise, I think I would have been too tired for school.
The sky was growing steadily darker as the grey clouds took over the blue. Ugh, it was gonna rain again, maybe another thunderstorm. My cereal was getting soggy, but I wasn't too bothered, I was too engrossed in today's paper. I scanned the headlines, 'Fuel Shortage', 'Taxes rising', yet more celebrity marriages, until a small article caught my eye. 'Millionaire's mysterious death: Enquiry underway.' I bought the paper closer, so I could read the article:
'Yesterday night, at approximately 9:47pm, the doctors who had arrived at the E8, 000,000 home of Mr. A. Giancarlo pronounced him dead.
Giancarlo, where had I heard that name before??
It has not yet been revealed the cause of death, but it has been suggested that it was not a natural death, but it is hard to prove anything at this early stage of a post mortem. Mr. Giancarlo was only in his 40s, and so had not yet written a will,
But aren't you supposed to write a will..never mind, I suppose that he's a millionaire, so they think they can live forever, obviously not.
but it is rumoured that he has left his fortune, to his 15-year-old son, who didn't wish to be interviewed at this point in time. We will have more on this case as it unveils.'
My thoughts were interrupted by my mum coming in, and I quickly busied myself with pretending to eat my by now, inedible cereal. I got up and CRASH! The bowl fell to the floor as I knocked it with my elbow, spilling half of it into my lap, in my hurry to leave,
"Oh Sh-ugar," I changed word mid-sentence as my mum glared disapprovingly. I then cleared up the mess and went upstairs, taking the paper with me.
As I lay on my bed thinking, the answer suddenly hit me, Enrique! I jolted upright and reached for my phone, no, I'd better not bother him now, it's better to go and check if he's ok in person, later, so I put the phone back down again and went searching for Pumpkin.
Later, after lunchtime, once I had changed out of my cereal-soaked trousers, I decided to go see Enrique, I knew that he would probably be at the town centre. I walked up my path and turned into the street, I then tripped up on the uneven paving, falling to the floor, got up and turned to the left, to my surprise, I saw somebody standing there, Johnny. What was he doing here? How did he know where I lived?
"Hey Natalie," he said with utmost confidence "Sorry 'bout that, I didn't look where I was going."
"It's alright," I noticed that he was looking behind me, rather than at me, "is something wrong?" I asked, stepping to the side, I was really determined to get past now.
He sidestepped me and blocked the path. "No, what's the hurry?"
"I need to get somewhere, so if you'll excuse me," I tried to push past him, but he stuck his arm out.
"If you're going to see Enrique, then I wouldn't bother, he won't answer the door to anyone, not even us." He looked down at the path with these words, "I know how he feels, losing a family member, but it hurts even more when you're close to them, and it's no excuse to." He broke of mid- sentence, then turned around and slowly started off down the street, shoulders drooping, dejected.
I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or just wanted some sort of attention. Enrique had told me about Johnny before, about how he wanted all attention on him, and did anything to get it. He said that Johnny came from a large family, and struggled to get noticed, but I couldn't see how that was a problem for him, he was so confident and loud.
"Wait," I said after he was about half way down the street, "How do you know about Enrique? It is him, right?"
He turned around to face me, as I drew nearer, his face passive. "You read in the paper right?" I nodded, "Well, we got our ways of finding out. We were all there, but Robert and me went, Oliver was there most of the night, and he knows, but it's like he's disappeared. We can't get in touch with him, his father says that he's not at home, and so we don't know the full details."
"Oh," I didn't know that the rest of them were so involved with each other's business, "well, I'm going to see him anyway," I then walked off, past Johnny, who this time, did nothing to stop me, but instead stared at the sky.
The rain slowly dropped onto the pavement as I climbed the long road to Enrique's house, "Why does he have to live on a damn hill?" I grumbled as I trudged up the slope, watching the pavement and the steadying darkness of the concrete. The rain became harsher by the time I reached the top; it took a reasonable time considering how long the hill was.
I reached the top and rang the bell, a voice buzzed over the intercom, "Who is it?" I couldn't tell who was speaking, the intercom distorted it.
"Natalie Lierre," I answered and waited for a reply. The gates then swung open and I walked up the long pathway to the house. I reached the door and it swung open, Enrique stood there.
He had a grin on his face but it didn't look quite right, it was hard to place exactly what it was but it just gave me the creeps. "Um, hi," I said, standing in the rain, hair dripping onto my face and shivering, my clothes sodden.
"Come in," this was all he said, then turned and walked up the stairs. I was puzzled, but instinctively followed, not quite understanding why. I had been to his house before, but it seemed empty now, lonely, as if time itself had stopped. There was no noise from any of the rooms, just the sound of our footsteps on the stairs. It was freaky. I didn't speak, not wanting to be the one to break the silence.
I followed him up 4 flights of stairs, until he reached one last set of stairs that looked like they went up to the attic. He turned to face me, his eyes alight, it was strange, there was a hint of madness in his glance, he didn't look normal, I could tell that there was something wrong.
"I've got something to show you," He nodded his head towards the direction of the stairs. I nodded and followed him up the stairs, unbeknownst of why.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Hugo)
"Hugo," I heard my mum call up the stairs, sighing I turned off my CD and trudged down the stairs,
"What?" I asked grabbing a can of coke out the fridge,
"Natalie's been gone an awfully long time, I think you should go and find her," My mum looked worried. I glanced out the window, it was pouring with rain and lightning illuminated the sky as thunder rumbled across it.
"Mmmm, I'll go get her, don't you worry," I said, nodding, then I reached for the car keys and walked out the door, leaving my mum standing with the coke can in her hand.
I drew my arm over my head as I ran for the car, trying not to get too wet. Where could Nat be? Oh I know! She's probably at the town centre, no, she'd be back by now, where else does she go?
"Looking for Natalie?" I snapped my head around to see a boy standing on the pavement; he was completely dry, as if it weren't raining, but I couldn't see any means of shelter near him. I didn't reply, so he continued.
"Well are you looking for her?" He looked angry, his eyes burning brightly, as he spoke
"Yes, how did you know?" He stared on into the night, not answering, then he spoke 2 words,
"Enrique's house," Then, he disappeared. I blinked, but he didn't appear again. What just happened? Ugh, my eyes must be going funny. I was puzzled, but I knew where Nat was, so I got in the car and started the engine and drove off as fast as I could, towards the house on the hill.
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Okies! That was short, sorry. Any queries about what was going on, you can email me/put it in your review and I will gladly tell you. Thanks, next chappie's the last by the way, so enjoy it while you can! Mwahahahaha I'm so evil!
You'll all be nice and give me lotsa nice reviews right????? Lots of cookies for the nicest reviewer, or a big basket of chocolate maybe.Or some nice lucky charms for the authoress *hint hint*
Jolly ((~(^-^)~))