The elderly man threw two girls inside the cell.”If you ever, EVER try to leave this cell you’re gonna be sorry,” He whispers with a dark grin on his ugly and scarred face. The two girls look at him leave then turn to each other. They know that inside they are thinking the exact same thought, we need to get out of here. Finally the younger girl named Ellen blurts out, “It’s not fair we didn’t do ANYTHING wrong to them! AT ALL! I can’t believe it. Police are bad. They don’t know anything about what we’ve gone through.” The last two words wobbled because she started to cry. The eldest girl hugs her with a look of sadness and revenge on her face. “We will get out of here Ellen, I’m sure of it. They only threw us in here because of dad. And he tried to save us. You’re right though, they don’t know anything.”
Two days before……..
Mr Harvely kissed his two girls on the cheeks,”Have a great day you two. Love you both to bits and pieces. Remember I’ll be back home at five thirty! Bye bye.” “Bye bye!” The two girls chirruped back. However they had no idea where their father was really going.
Tom Harvely sat down in his black convertible Porsche and whipped down the alley. In just four more intersections he was where he wanted to be. Work, also known as ISA (international spy association.) Sometimes Tom felt guilting lying to his two daughters Ellen and Sarah. Lying about working as a lawyer in the city when he’s really a spy. He walks in to the small little house that was next to a tailors store. From the outside the house looked like a normal modern home when on the inside there was a small narrow tube. The tube was blocked by a wall of technology with codes finger prints and of course a mirror. Tom slid his finger down a line, poked his finger print onto a circle and typed in the code: (&*^&%^$%#$@#!).
The wall opened and said in a woman computer’s bad english accent “Welcome Thomas Harvely have a good day!” He steeped into his tube and pressed button two thousand eight hundred and ninety four. The tube plummeted down at a radical speed. It finally stopped and Tom stepped out with no sign of motion sickness at all!
He walked out casually to meet a big man with a large beard.”Hello Thomas Harvely I from the Hungarian unit. I’ve been sent over here to give you an assignment. It is very important, very.” Tom nods a bit speechless. Why would some oversized man come all the way to Australia from Hungary just to give him an assignment. Couldn’t he use all the technical gadgets or email or call. Something’s wrong he felt it in his gut.
Tom answers anyway, “Firstly , what is your name? And what would this assignment be if you had to come all the way from Hungary to tell me personally I just don’t get it.” The Hungarian man crosses is arms. “My name is uh George Sworvaski and this is very important mission so come with me now, if you please.” Tom notices he hesitates when he says his name something is not quite right.
George motions for Tom to come with him so he does. The large man told him to sit in his silver Aston Martin and hops into the front seat. George drove in silence while Tom thought all kinds of things in his head. What if this isn’t an assignment, perhaps a trap? What if he is disguised as a Hungarian man and is really Harold Von Jaffyoirt ISA’s biggest criminal. What if, what if, what if. Finally the car stops and George opens the door for Tom politely. He steps out and realises he is standing on top of a hill overlooking the ocean, why has this man taken him to this place? George looks like he’s going to burst out with laughter, “Well I hope you like it now!” He booms in a gravelly american accent. There it was the bomb that explains it all. Of course it was a trap. How could Tom have been so stupid? Before he could think it all over George pushes him off the cliff face.
As Tom has been prepared for these situations for years he has already let out the false dummy, has clung on the a ledge on the inside of the cliff and remained silent. George blows his fringe to the side and slides back into his posh car, relieved, or so he thinks.
“Okay 3F who wants to read the first-” Begins Miss Huggles possibly the worst teacher in the history of the earth.”Excuse me may we please get Ellen Harvely into the office immediately? ” The teacher looks confused but beckons for delicate little Ellen to go over to the principal. “Oh yes this one is very sneaky. What are you going to do to her? If it was me I would give her a quick taste of the lash and then lock her in the supplies closet until three.” You’d think the little girl would be surprised of the teacher’s nasty tone of voice, she had heard it so many times before. “No Miss Huggles don’t be ridiculous Ellen is not in trouble we just need to talk!” The principal holds Ellen’s hand and walks with her.” Um, mister McForen I really hope I haven’t done anything wrong I mean, did I? If I did I’m really and truly sorry.”Ellen apologises in vain.” No sweetie when we get into my office we will explain all the necessary treason,” The little girl having no idea what treason means nods her small petite head.
The two walk into the office and mister McForen sits down in his large velvet Coco Channel lounge. They start a conversation about school and how they’re doing blah, blah, blah. Suddenly the head master takes a deep breath in preparation to say something important. “Ellen dear I’m sorry to interrupt your recount of the holiday’s but I have to break the ice. Did you or did you not rip apart your father’s document’s?” “My father’s what? I certainly can’t remember ripping anything lately. Do you? Because I know that you throw out about half of your unneeded documents?” “No of course I do not. The point is SOMETHING has happened to your fathers papers because now the school doesn’t know where he is or how you get to school. So do you or do you not know anything about these papers?” He has some kind of desperate tone on the end of his voice. Ellen still sits there screwing her big brown eyes and shakes her head confused. The man gives up and asks his secretary to send in the older one.
“Hey Stephanie do you like my new pencil case? It’s just like my old one. Wait do you remember what happened to my old one? Hmm Oh wait I remember you’re the one that broke it didn’t you? Well you’re lucky you didn’t have to pay for this one, it was 7$.” Stephanie Harvely just looks down at her black clumpy shoes and tries so hard to ignore that hideous bully, Laura Harold. The true story about the pencil case was that Laura was fiddling around with her magnificent blue Smiggle pencil case. She had cut the edges of it and stuck on pink ears, she had also drawn all over it with black Art line. She and her friend Mel wanted to hang their pencil cases by the tip of their fingers off the window. They decided to stick with their stupid plan and skipped to the small window. They didn’t notice that 6P was coming back from library and was about to walk across the long jump run up. Then they would walk across the oval into the classroom. Laura was holding her whole pencil case by her pinky when she dropped it and it fell to the ground. Poor Stephanie and her class were walking towards that area and before Laura could shout ‘NO!’ an innocent foot had stomped on it and the pencil case was, ruined. Stephanie looked up and started to wonder where the pencil case came from.
She then skipped to the bin and threw it inside. Because the case was certainly bin-worthy. And that angered Laura. So as you can see Stephanie didn’t feel one bit sorry.
Just as she was about to burst out her dynamite feeling inside, Mrs Dasse, Mr Foren’s secretary yells out to her. “Stephanie Harvely is that you? May I have a word?” “Ooh Stephanie’s in trouble I wonder why?” Mel sniggered and smirked and snorted. “Goodness Mel what do you have a snot gun hidden in your nostril? Get a tissue!” Laura cracks up in such a cold way a puppy’s eyes would fall out. Stephanie and Mrs Dasse turned around swiftly and walked away from the pudrid mess. Their walk proceeded through the hall onto the grass and just outside the gate in order to get through to the office. When they turned around the corner Stephanie stepped back a little, “Are you sure we’re allowed to go here?” Mrs Dasse gives a smile and nod as a yes. When the two took one step out of the gate a black figure came into view and before you would know it Mrs Dasse was on the ground, dead.
That was my first entry on STAY POSITIVE I hope you enjoyed it. I haven’t been on my blog for ages due to an unhelpful computer. I will continue to write though and, have a good day!
You blog buddy, maddyf
