What Happened to Eva Sanchez?_The Truth_The road trip of doom!_Missing Piece
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What Happened to Eva Sanchez?
It’s funny how you can feel a person even when they’re gone. The way the butcher at the local supermarket still knows their order. The way their earthy smell lingers on their favourite black Kaiserchiefs T-shirt. The way their sofa in the corner of the living room is still damp with coconut hair oil, and no one can quite bring themselves to sit in it.I bounced into Jude’s caravan, grinning, about to boast about my total lack of a hangover. But Kayleigh was in Jude’s arms. Her face was puffy with tears. Jude just shook his head, jaw tight, and said:“She’s gone.”*** Eight hours had passed since ...
The Truth
All he saw was darkness except for a little light bulb hanging from a wire in a corner. There were no windows in the room, only a small metal door lay in the wall. He was sitting on a small cot, the color of a faded lint yellow. The walls were made of dark, dirty concrete. He exploded."let. me. OUT!" His voice boomed, reverberating around the room, and which shattered the light. Now he was in complete darkness, but, somehow, he could still see his surroundings fairly well. Feeling defeated, he plumped himself on the cot and waited for something to happen. Something did.Around 20 minutes later,...
The road trip of doom!
DING! DING! DING! DING! The school bell rang for the end of the term, finally the school holidays would begin! Jack and John entered out of the school building, each thinking up the things they could do in the next couple of weeks. “Come over to my house and we’ll have a barbecue!” “Let’s have a water fight! I have plenty of water guns at home!” “Maybe let’s-” They reached John’s house. “Nevermind,” smiled Jack, “we’ll discuss this later.” Over tea, John’s family were discussing their summer holiday plans. Mom seemed extra happy while we were taking guesses. “I’ve decided that we should go ...
Missing Piece
I shoved the box off my lap, groaning out loud about the line of boxes still waiting. It seems like so much fun to pack things up to move into a new, bigger room in the house. But trust me, it's a grueling process. "You don't need to switch rooms if this is to much for you," my sister smirked. I glared at her, looking up from my work for a second. I didn't want to start anything. I had enough to dwww.onedoor.cceal with. I was moving in the storage room. It was bigger then my room, so we were switching it around. So that means I was the one who had to go through all the garbage and junk in the storage room...