What to do? What should I do in this house? WhAaaaT?
Being suspended sucks. I can't do anything in this wreck we call home.
One day. It's just one day Rob. Get over yourself.
"There have been 8 murders in Matamata, on Gladstone road, there have been no witnesses of the obvious gun shots, and citizens refuse to speak to the news crew",
Gladstone road? Doesn't....
CRAP the cat!
I don't know how much I panicked at this very moment but I assume it's a lot.
Sure, we are both safe now but, JESUS.
Her neighbours got killed, almost all of them, an exception for Myra, two houses down from hers. "OH I WISH I DIDN'T HIT SHANE!", I punched yet another hole in my wall, "IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!!!", and there went Mums chinese plates. Now there is no talking to her in person until tomorrow, I never thought being suspended could be so bad.
After hours of pacing around the room I still couldn't decide if I should just leave it or break into the investigation and raid her fridge; a very hard decision. I pulled out my phone and texted her....
-Ollie, r u ok?
Yeh im fine, sucks that yr suspended-
-yeh, ikr... u sure yr ok?
Yep, im ok, just dreading biology like any normal teenager-
-ok, bye then
Bye!-
I turned off my phone. She's fine, everythings fine. Suddenly a big bang and screams interrupted me. NOTHINGS FINE. I ran to the house phone and dialed 111
"111 whats your emergency?"
"THERE'S BEEN GUNSHOTS COMING FROM MY NEIGHBOUR'S HOUSE!", I yelled,
"And where are you?", the woman asked,
"*** vincent street Matamata", I breathed
"Ok, I'm sending the authorities, and they will meet you there soon",
"Thank you", I murmured even quieter than before, she hang up the phone and soon later sirens were herd and minutes later, the news crew was there,
"Robert Bolton, what time did you hear the gunshots?'', a man swarmed
"ROBERT! How do you feel about this situation?", another chimed in
"Do you take responsibility for this crime?", They crowded me like I was a model or something,
"Why are you the only citizen on this street that survived?",
"Is this related to the shooting on Gladstone road?",
"STOP!", I yelled, but for this one occasion, my anger didn't work. That very same anger made more news crew yell and question, I slammed my uninvited guests outside with the door and locked it behind.
"Why did I call the cops again?", I winced, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. Whoever it is. Is clearly coming for me and October...
*the next day*
My body trembles as I remember my life is not a dream. I have to go to school. October is waiting. I race out of bed, throw a hoodie on and sprint out the door, Mum yelling at me in the background, my car starts with a rumble and speeds its way to school,
Don't worry, I'm coming October.
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Bipolar
Teen FictionOctober Marshall, born and raised in new Zealand goes through a lot of Teenage drama as soon as shes taken off her pills. She thinks she can't survive. Shes nothing like her perfect twin brother. She was born bipolar. meanwhile Robert Bolton, -her b...
