Where Birds Can't Fly

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It all started when I was at a protest, I was outside the parliament building in Melbourne, there weren't many people protesting but I thought it would be enough to get passing people's attention. It didn't. People were walking past us as if we were a wall, not a yelling group of minors. Security didn't even care about what we were doing. After a couple of hours of yelling and walking around in circles we decide to finish for the day, having only handed out 19 brochures. Throwing my sign in the bin I headed towards the train station. The trains had recently be upgraded and I still felt a bit of a thrill when the train left the ground completely. As I waited on the station I looked at the people on the platform, a woman dressed in black with bright pink hair. Another woman with a child in a pram and a man in a suit. I noticed an emblem on the suit pocket, and shocked I realized it was the emblem of the Victorian parliament. He worked at the Melbourne Parliament build.ing! Just as I was running though this new found information in my head, the train pulled up, and for some reason I decided to sit next to this man in the train. As the train left the station I decided to strike up a conversation with the man.

"Hi, I noticed that you work at the parliament building I the city," I said wanting to get to the point. He looked up at me slowly, and then finally spoke;

"Yes, I work at the parliament building. I saw you outside today protesting." He said disapprovingly.

I looked at my lap, embarrassed, when I finally looked back at him he was reading a book. I scanned his suit and noticed the edge of a card poking out of his pocket, a security card. Suddenly I had an idea, I stayed on the train and hoped his stop is before mine and luckily it was. As he got out. of his seat I bumped him, giving me just enough time to grab the card and hide it in my jeans.

"Oh sorry!" I exclaimed loudly making sure he knew it was a mistake, he just shook his head as he left the train. When the train was moving again I took out the card. The name on the laminated plastic read Greg Turner, age 45 and working as a secretary job. Wouldn't have guessed, but it was a all access key and that is what I needed.

As I walked of the train at my station I was forming the rest of the plan on my head, I knew that I couldn't do it alone, but it was defiantly something that Dad and Rex didn't need to know about.

I walked into our little house, I took off my shoes at the door as I yelled out to alert the boys that I was home. No response. I walked slowly into the kitchen seeing a note on the bench. It read, "Am out for a work dinner, dinner is in the fridge, save some for Rex. No parties. Love you, Dad".

Perfect! No dad means that I can plan what I am going to do with my new found access to the parliament building. I preheated the lasagna, went into my dad's office to get some supplies and then went to my bedroom.

After 2 hours I heard dad open the door, I quickly hid my plans and ran down to him.

"Hey kiddo, how was your day?"

How was my day? "Good, how was dinner?" I replied

"It was ok," he sighed "where's Rex?"

"In his bedroom I guess, I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight."

"See ya tomorrow kiddo."

I went up to my bedroom and got into bed. Suddenly dad ran into my room looking panicked.

"Rex is gone," he said shakily.