Look this is my first book, and to tell the truth I'm not a great writer, but lets just see how it goes.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"ARGH!!" Yelled Tony," i just can't get it right." Tony felt that everything he said and did was useless. It's pretty easy to see why he feels this way he lives with his drunken stepfather Trimley, who honestly treats Tony like shit. Trimley looks at Tony with disgrace, hatred and a longing to kill, Tony is Trimleys personal slave.
However this story is about Tony not Trimley, it all starts early one morning while Tony is eating breakfast and watching t.v. Tony is busy munching down weet-bix when he sees on the TV a horrific plane crash near an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean. It's one of those islands that no one really goes to; there is no shops, no people no nothing! The only thing there are the deadly animals and plants, and lets face it who wants to live with deadly animals and plants all over the place. Tony really doesn't take much notice of the crash and continues his day just like every other 15 year old boy. He heads off to school but its during geography that mrs Mischa walks in and asks to speak to Tony for a minute. Tony is petrified he's not the type of kid who gets into trouble a lot and can't understand why he's suddenly being called out of class. Tony grabs his books and slowly rises from his seat, he heads in Mischa's direction, then out of the blue there was a loud explosion! The fire bell begins ringing, gun shots are being fired and there is a horrible, gut wrenching scream coming from outside the classroom. Tony can hear people screaming the words " terrorists, the terrorists are attacking," help! Help!" He was frozen standing in the middle of the classroom as his classmates bolted past him trying to save themselves, he was confused, why would the terrorists attack an Australian school? And where the hell is the army?! It was that moment that changed the way Tony thought and acted, something just clicked in his mind, he knew what he had to do.
He grabbed a chair that had being knocked over in all the haste and hurled it at a nearby window, smashing it into millions of tiny fragments. He yelled like an ancient worrier and dived through the empty frame. He managed to break his fall on the other side by using a parkour type roll. He scrambled to his feet and ran for it.
To this day I don't know why I ran for it. But what I do know is why we were attacked. It simple really, they were after me..... Somehow I was lucky enough to escape, according to to an old mate of mine there were fully armed troops right behind me. I guess it was the adrenaline, I once heard that if a person can get enough adrenaline pumping through them they can lift a car! Not that that matters at the moment. I still on the run and I have a few injuries that are really holding me back. Anyway I'll get to that later.
