Devin

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Holy shit, I am so fucking cold right now. My lips have more cracks then the Cheddar gorge and my nose it at least as red as Rudolf's. I’ve been laying stuck in the same stinking position for six hours. Again I gently push open the lid of sand box and look towards the house. The lights in the house were still on. I crack my neck to side and it makes a sharp crunch that forces me to wonder if I've just broke my neck. Three hours ago my phone died. Netflix was gone. So for three hours I'd been stuck in this box doing nothing, all the while waiting to murder my teacher. Yes, murder my teacher. Have I had second thoughts? Yes, five and a half hours ago when I realised how cold waiting in a box is. I am so uncomfortable. This by far is one of my worst ideas ever. Also I have sand up my nose, and theres going to be sand stuck in my leg, and I'm going to have to clean it out carefully - I mean my bionic leg. Not my other leg, that would be weird. I can however feel with my bionic leg, which I don’t usually consider to be weird - but I can feel the sand inside me. It kinda hurts now. There is sand in my shoes too. Seriously, sand? Am I right? I mean, who thought of inventing sand, it mostly annoys people, and it’s really really messy. What a doofus. Anyway, by the time I realised how incredibly bored I was, and that maybe murdering my teacher was a bit much, Mrs Brook was already in her house. I have been so tempted to just get up and leave, but theres no way I can get out her garden without her seeing me. And if she saw me, she’d questioned me. Oh, she would say, why are you in my garden? And I would say, just passing through. Oh, she would say, why have you got an axe? Just doing some gardening, I’d say. Oh, she’d say, why are you covered in sand? It would just be a rather awkward, suspicious conversation, she’d probably get a restraining order against me, and well I'd rather sit in a box for six hours then talk to her.

I lifted the lid again, the lights in the house had flicked off. FINALLY. It was time. I pulled the lid off the sand box, and climbed out, axe in hand. I dusted my self off, as I turned to put the lid back on the sand box I saw I had left an imprint in the sand. I mean, I could leave it there, I'm sure theres plenty of people who are 5,7 and hide in sand boxes. Actually, I decided, it probably would be good if I destroyed the evidence. I looked around the garden. It was quite big, couldn’t even see the road past the trees. I looked for some sort of rake or anything really to make the mark disappear. There was no rake. Seriously what the hell? Why did Mrs Brook just have a sand box? No slides, no swings. Just sand. What use would that be? Then again, maybe she really just liked sand. Great. Okay, okay, okay, I needed to destroy the evidence, wait, could the police even arrest me on a vague sandy mark? I don’t think so. Also I have an axe in my hand. I knelt on my knees by the sand box. I held the axe by the sharp end and scrummed up the sand. Hah. Yeah, evidence destroyed for a crime I’ve yet to committed. Beat that.

I turned to the house. It was a two floored house. All the lights were off. The roof was flat. Above the roof in the night sky was a black hole. Wait, what? I stood on one foot as I lent to the side. Yep, a black hole in the sky. Swirling and shit, what the fuck. Black and purple, millions of light years away. Thats new. I shrugged it off and made my way towards the house. There were plenty of big windows I could smash, but I had already planned my entrance. I walked up the single cement step and stood outside the large glass door. It was a really large door, like twice the size of most doors. Who needs doors that big? OH, wait, my bad, it’s two doors. I cross my fingers.
    “Please be open” I whispered. Yes, this was the grand entrance I had planned, I pull down the handle of one of the doors. The door moves. The house was open.
    “Oh great” I sighed. Now I’d have to kill her. Damn you universe. No damn you Mrs Brook, I mean, really, was it really that hard to lock you’re door of a night? Robbers and murders could easily brake in. And now I was going to become a murder. Great. I bet she knew, what an arse hole. The door led to a dark hall. Like really dark. Like, there could have been anything standing two meters in front of me. I should have brought a torch. I should have made a plan. I should probably go home. I defiantly wouldn’t have been following this stupid plan through if it hadn’t been for what happened this morning. And I certainly wouldn’t have made this revenge filled plan if it hadn’t been for what happened yesterday.