Anna Brooklyn

Visiting George

"What should we acctually do if were investigating?" Trina asked as she looked at her purple fingernails.

"We could visit my brother, I already have but that wasn't when I was ready to investigate." I put my long blonde and brown hair in tight bobble. Trina nodded slightly so I grabbed my bus pass.

"So, we're going to the prison? Seriously?" Trina sighed pathetically. I really need to get a better friend. I unhooked my jacket and put it on, although Trina doesn't wear them. She's apparently too posh.

"Yes we are. And I'm going with or without you." I folded my arms and faced the other way. This usually works a treat on everyone I do it to. Especially on Louis! And... 3...2...1...

"Fine. I'll come, only because you moaned and Laura was my friend too." Trina said, I looked at her and smiled. We only have a week until... Well, in America people who commit murder have to be put to the death penalty. I only have a week or something left with him...

"He's going to die. So, we better hurry." I sighed as we walked out the door. I live near the prison, not too close but walking distance. Finally, we arrived and I had to sign a form and stuff.

"Name, age, relationship to prisoner, date of birth and... Signature." I have to do this every single time! (If this is not what happens when you visit someone sorry! I've never been. Back to the story anyway!)

"Done and dusted." I said as I gave the form back to the receptionist.

"Speaking of dust this place is pretty dusty." Trina added slyly. If you haven't noticed she criticizes everything and anything.

For example she would say things like: 'That bed is way too messy, have you ever heard of cleaning?'. Back to the present anyway...

"Room 49B. Go down the corridor, turn left carry on and turn right, and it's the third one on the right." the receptionist said formally, she tidied her desk and sent us on our way.

"Turn right and... Here it is!" I said enthusiastically. George turned his head and smiled then he hid it away with a frown as he saw Trina. They're worst enemies really, George hates posh people who act like they're perfect. I do but Trina is my friend, everyone else who's posh I hate. Swiftly, George stood up and looked at the camera filming him before he looked at us. His eyes glazed over and suddenly filled with hate.

"I'm planning on escaping. Don't tell anyone, or I'll kill again." he.muttered as he looked out for guards, then George's eyes shot at me and made me jump.

"That's crazy! And I have to!" do I? But they probably know what's going on. George grabbed me by the collar through the bars and scowled at me. When has George been so mean to me? I know he's on the death penalty and all but that isn't right! I'm his sister!

"Don't you dare or when I do escape I'll kill Trina." George smirked, his voice sounded happy when he said Trina's name. I shivered and a fake smile fell upon me, I nodded and he let go of me immediately.

"Thank you sis. The next part, however, is not so simple." what he said ran through my mind continuously, what if we didn't escape? And what if I got caught? I'd probably get put in prison too! My stomach turned over and George explained what I had to do.

The time had come and I was anxious, I started feeling sick too. My legs wouldn't move and I don't know how this plan was supposed to work. I don't even know how I ended up doing this...

"Excuse me, I feel very sick. Where's the toilet miss?" I said pathetically, I tried sounded even weaker and it worked.

"Let me show you, one time off okay?" her stern female voice somehow made me relax. Just before we reached the turn I pretended to fall, I fell back against the hard wall. I fell so quick I nearly knocked myself out. I heard the lady come back and see if I was ok. I was about to open my eyes but resisted temptation of being curious. My eyelids shut hard and I tried to look asleep. I wonder how the plan was going with George and Trina. I hope that this works. I wanted to reach my head and check for a bruise, I desperately wanted to whine in pain. My head was banging, I guess I had a headache too. Great. Just great...

"Should we call an ambulance?" one woman said, they sounded too nice to be a prison 'gaurd'. Maybe they where new here, and fragile. I suppose they're all softies inside!

"She is waking up! Check if she has a bruise or something!" another woman asked as she frantically shook her head. I tried to stand up but I must of sprained my ankle or something. My hands were sweaty until I wiped them on my pants.

"I think I've just got a sprained ankle that's all." I chuckled slightly trying to sound less weak than I actually was. The ladies sighed and one even helped me up. She also told me to check myself in the toilets. I grabbed a radiator and pulled myself up slowly, as I reached the toilets an alarm went, it must of been George.

"Oh no. Everybody out! Look for the escaped prisoner!" a man shouted, I hurried and went the toilet quick. I had a bruise on my left thigh and on my head. I still had the cut on my wrist though... That's still mysterious...

I shoved myself through the door, it wouldn't open properly, so I had to squeeze myself out. Slowly, I walked off and tried to find the receptionist. But when I did I wish I had gotten lost instead... The receptionist had been stabbed to death, probably by George but how did he get his weapon? Or was it someone else's? Oh no, did he mean I was just a distraction for his mates to get in? I knew I WAS a distraction but I thought there would be no more murder... What have I done!

I threw up at the sight of the insides of the girl at the desk. Then I threw up at the sight of my sick... Gross!

"Oh my God." I whispered as I wiped my mouth I need to clean my top now... And my memory of this when I get home. I know that things will get worse if I day this but... At least nothing worse could happen.

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Do you like?! I hope you do! I enjoyed making this part! Was it too fast paced or anything? :) sorry if I disappoint you in the future it's because of school :/

Bye now!

~ChristinaCat