The Mystery Solver (on hold)

Chapter 1: Breakfast

Saturday - 10:35am

Charlie's POV:
I woke up feeling like my muscles hadn't moved in months. I stretched them out and yawned. It was my first day off and I was excited. I could finally be free from slavery 5 days a week and every day 8 hours long full of boredom. I slid off my bed head first which now is holding me up. I feel the blood run to my head as I stay still in this awkward position. I do a forward roll and get up as if I was 7 years old. But I'm not. I'm 13. Basically twice that age. I stand up straight still feeling the gulp of blood drain out of my head. I can hear mum down stairs playing the drums. Well not really. She's in the kitchen actually. Probably making something delicious like PANCAKES!

I steadily walk down the wooden stairs leading into the hallway. I can smell the sweet air of pancakes going through my nostrils.

"Mmmmmm......Yum!," I say while licking my dry lips.

I walk into the kitchen full of pancakes.

"Morning," my mum greets me.

"Smells great mum!," I say as I am smelling the air like some weirdo.

I pull out one of the chairs to take a seat. I sit down as I take one of the ceramic plates from the stack. I learn over to take the top pancake which seems like the best since it's still hot. I place the steaming pancake onto my plate and grab the bottle of maple syrup which is sitting right next to the stack of plates. I pour heaps on hoping mum doesn't notice.

i plop the bottle down and pick up my cutlery. Mum turns around and is now facing me.

"That's to much Charlie. You'll get fat and loose your teeth if you keep this up," She grumbles.

"MUM!," I whine back.

"Where's Dad?," I ask her.

"He's in the garden watering the new vegetable saplings," she answers as if I'm supposed to know.

I just roll my eyes and dig into my hot pancake. I scoff the pancake down like no food has ever entered my mouth before. I hear the backdoor shut as I finish my pancake. I turn and it's dad walking in from the cold air.

"It's cold outside," he says while his teeth chatter.

"Good Morning Dad," I say to dad.

Dad joins me at the table which is awkward because I was going to leave. Mum finishes up the cooking and joins both of us.

"Mum I was thinking of going for a ride on my bike. Can I?" I asked.

"Um sure Charlie just take your phone so you can call me if something happens," she replied which was surprising.

"Ok bye!"

I directed myself towards the shoe rack to put on my white converse that I love to wear. I slid them on and climbed the stairs to grab my iPhone 5. I walked in my room, picked up my iPhone and sped down the stairs.

"Bye," I yelled.

"Bye Charlie," my mother called back.

I left the house and shut the door behind me. I raced around the corner and hopped on my bike. I started peddling out the gate and turned left heading towards Kensington park. I turned into the park and could see a lady wearing black clothes and two bulky men either side of her.