"Looks close. I'd hazard a guess at another ten minutes"
Jack Jimwald was off travelling to Scotland for his annual winter trip. He'd left his entire family behind and was operating alone. His son and daughter were safely at home, eyes glued to the television playing Spongebob Square pants. Jack knew deep down that they disliked his choice, but it was for their own good. His mother wept along with his wife at the news of his leave.
Jack looked at the clock. It read 3:07. He had expected to arrive at 3:00. It honestly didn't matter but he would have liked to have used all of his three months effectively.
When he arrived a few minutes later, he locked his car and began to walk to the house he had rented. He had seen many photographs, and it looked like it was worth the money.
He turned the corner and was alone in the street apart from a man who was walking towards him. He wore a black hood and cheap jeans. His face wasnt visible. Jack felt there was something suspicious about that guy.
He carried on walking along the pavement. The man did the same. They got closer and Jack overlooked the fact that the man had pulled out a knife.
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White Sunday
Teen FictionTerry Jimwald is a sixteen year old kid who enjoys spending time at the library rather than trying out the latest video games. Read as he tells the story of the events that occurred.
