• Stupid rain, I thought. The rain was mercyless, neevr surrendering to sunny intervals. Under the umbrella, waiting for the bus to take me to mums, I see a gang on the other pavement. My mum told me never to talk ot strangers, so I held a book straight to my face, carefully observing through the hole I made for my spy-seeking adverntures in drama. Though 1/10 is not good enough for me, the hole works.
    '........plot......Kings High School?'
    '....mhmm..........kidnap.'
    KIDNAP?!?!?! THIS ISNT GOOD. Kings High? (don't be fooled, it isn't a high school, just Kings High on the throne) My school? A kidnap?
    This is nothing compared to the next. Short stories of this comming soon, comment something to follow onto this if you like, no haters. If you don't read it, don't rate it.