Elliot P.O.V
We quickly find a parking spot surprisingly quick. I rush out of the car and grab a hold of Margaret's hand so we can quickly make our way to the stadium and find our seats. The more I spectively look around seeing a huge bunches of kids who could be either 16 or 36. In the end of the day all I was focusing on was how I could get in quickly. When we reach the doors after a long and boring task of waiting I nearly threw the tickets at the first man I see.As Margrette exuses her self to the washroom, now of all times. When I keep walking I get stopped by a man with tickets in his hand and a gigantic man behind him. “Tickets please” He tells me, which sounds more like a threat than an order. I reach for my pocket and say “ I already gave them. “Im sorry sir we are going to have to ask you to leave” the larger man shouts, as I can no see he is a police officer judging by his badge. I sigh in defeat as i walk out and sit against the curb. “Well it has been long day I guess another one bites the dust and unfortunately i'm going to have to just go home now”. After 10 long minutes of me thinking to myself I become wary of dozens of police men and paramedics arrive. I start to get worried and wonder what could be happening that they would need to cause so much trouble. “Officer what's going on” I frightenly answer. “Mate there has been an accident we need to evacuate Pen 3, people are dying”. As officers and every other official I can think of passes by me, I'm left there thinking of something I forgot. Its an empty feeling really. “Margrette”!
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The Stadium Disaster
Short StoryThis is the tragic story of the journey of 2 young boys and a couple who where involved in the 1989 Hillsborough stadium disaster.