Trapped
Jack Taylor
Chapter 1
Ali stood silently at the modern, plastic door of the cheap house and knocked. “Come in,” his father, who was as short as an ant,
shouted. When he entered his farther
nonchalantly trudged over to him.
“What?” he spat, with a mouthful of
egg sandwich coating his face.
“I just came to say hello!” Ali muttered.
“Well let me say goodbye.” His dad said.
Carelessly he walked off to the table
and continued to tuck in to his
afternoon snack. Ali walked out into the garden that was completely plastic. (Ali’s mum was allergic to plants)
“Ali,” his mum nervously called as he walked back inside. “ We really need to talk to you about your school life!”
“What?” Ali replied.
“ We received this letter about you, it’s from the government and says we must send you to a special school”
“When am I going?” Ali asked.
“Tomorrow…”
“What?” Ali asked with a confused look on his face.
“Tomorrow!” his mum repeated.
The plastic plants and cheap sausages shivered in pain as Ali stomped off, in a mood. When the day came for Ali to leave, he decided he’d write a diary of his trip.
Ali’s Diary!
I’m just on the train to this new school. I don’t quite understand what this moron out on the station wants from me, he keeps waving a book in my face and I don’t know why. If only he’d just go away! It’s a Monday, the first day of the Easter holidays and I feel like an idiot. When anybody asks where I’m going I have to say “school”. From what’s been said to me (and not a lot is said to me) this school has only one days holiday and all the kids work 10 hours a day. I can hardly do 6, let alone 10! The train is just setting off and this bloke seems to be running with it, he hasn’t yet noticed the strong, stone wall that he is about to jovially hit, and die! He’s still waving this rubbish book at me and I can just about see the bold title. He is about to kill himself and probably turn the vending machine for maps into a vending machine for human parts. “Get your organs here!” What a twerp. Right then, he didn’t hit the wall, he is currently clinging onto the train. I’m sure he’s going to fall off sometime soon. He’s asking me to open the window now, which I am definitely not! But still he’s waving that book around. He’s really hanging on by his fingernail at the moment, if he falls, he dies. I can see him now, by the drivers’ window but he’s still being refused entry! I don’t have a clue who he is but what I do know is that he’s just been let into my carriage by an old woman. “Nooooooo” I just screamed but all I got was a peculiar look! He has a smirk on his battered face and his wiry beard stands up as tall as a giraffe. He’s walking over to me now, I’m worried, I’m petrified, I’m alarmed and I’m in the toilets with the door locked. If I can wait here till that mans thrown off for not having a ticket I might be ok!
Chapter 2
Ali could smell the tension (as well as somebody else’s toilet doings) as he crouched in the toilets, wishing for the weird man to be thrown off the train and hopefully die. But the door was banging backwards and forwards. A normal 10-year-old would now reach for their mobile phone and call the police but Ali’s mobile phone that he was supposed to have received 3 weeks ago on his birthday, ceased to exist! He desperately searched the cubicle for a phone but did not succeed. He looked down the toilet, nothing. He looked in the sink, nothing. He looked behind the mirror, NOTHING! It was hopeless, he was going to die. But suddenly he heard a ring from outside the window and saw a mobile! Funnily enough, the train stopped, so it must have been at a station, which meant Ali had enough time to climb out onto the grass verge. He carefully slipped out of the frosted glass panel on the window and went over to the mobile phone, he walked back to the train but suddenly it began to begin part 2 of its long journey to the school. Ali ran as fast as he could, stopping and gasping for breath every minute. The train created a wind in his hair as he ran and he knew he had to catch up. He dodged trees, wasps, buildings, birds and even chavs in hoodies but was so far behind the train. He clung onto the mobile and found another method of transport. A motorbike! 103 mph this monster ran ahead of all the chavs, all the wasps, and all the birds. It took him from nought to 60 in 3.5 seconds and he enjoyed every second of it. Ok, he was breaking the law but he didn’t care the slightest bit! He was just seconds from the train when a building meant an unexpected stop, he couldn’t get back to speed again so he leaped onto a teenagers lap. But not just any teenager. This teenager was on a moped. The teenager nearly choked on his alcopop at the shock but was going fast enough to catch up with the train. Ali didn’t care if he looked a twit. Ali didn’t care if he could at any point fall off and die, he wanted to reach the train! He could just see it. “Faster!” he shouted but all that did was earnt him a punch in the face. He jumped off the moped and ran to the window, which he had left open before, and into the toilets. The door was still banging back and fourth, the man obviously hadn’t realised that Ali had left the train but also hadn’t been thrown out! Ali looked at the mobile, it was blank. It can’t have been turned off or it wouldn’t have rung. Then he realised. It was out of battery. The ring meant low battery and all that moped and motorbike riding gave it time to run out completely. All that work for nothing! Ali felt like crying, but he held it in. How could he get rid of this man? The door shot open. Ali held his hands up in fear. “Ticket please”. The ticket attendant! Ali got his ticket, showed it to the attendant and hugged him. Of course the attendant didn’t know why he hugged him so Ali explained it all. The ticket bloke said he had stopped the train to throw the other bloke off and had then been rattling the door himself to check nobody without tickets were hiding in the toilets! Ali was so excited. Just before he took his seat on the train he spotted the weird man run in front of the train and purposely run himself over. When Ali did sit down though, he spotted the book on his chair and his diary lay open. OPEN! Somebody had read his diary. “That man!” he shouted in absolute anger. “That man!”
Can I just note that after seeing someone has read this diary it is going in the bin and never coming out!
Ali xxx
“Newquay train station is the next stop.” The foolish recorded message read out. Ali stood up and after saying thankyou to the staff with the orange outfits and faces, left the train.
Chapter 3
From the train, Ali found out that he had to meet somebody who would take him to his new school. A man with silver hair and a grey tracksuit quickly dropped his rollover lottery ticket and escorted Ali, like a V.I.P to a Landrover Discovery (121 mph) and zoomed off at top speed through the Cornish highways. Ali silently turned on his iPod and tried to drown out BBC Radio 4. After 3 hours in the dark gloomy car, Ali’s iPod had run out off music. The radio 4 news had run out of interesting stories and the Landrover had run out of petrol. Ali watched the car continue its journey and saw every speed camera flash twice but did not say a word. After a bit longer he fell asleep…
When he woke up he was in no car, he was on a step, drenched by the rain water that was falling. He saw a door and walked up the steps! Ali stood silently at the door and after taking a deep breath, walked in. Heaving hopelessly, Ali, who was the bravest boy in his class shoved the door open and was suddenly pulled down to the ancient, dusty floor. A clock ticked and a lid of a china pot rattled like it was about to open. Posh pieces of a precious purple plant pot lay scattered, broken around the room. A rusty ladder stood stiff against the wall and above, eight blocks of wood sat attached to the wall. On each one there was a spiders leg engraved. Ali climbed the ladder in hope of getting out and could faintly see a distant object. It lay home to a flashing red light, which, when Ali’s torch was turned off, illuminated the whole room. The mud-splattered wall was cracked and scratched but this object just sat there and didn’t do anything but flash! Then my torch became lightless, the clock stopped and everything seemed to pause. The flashing red light, though, turned from a flashing red light to a flashing figure it said:
20:00
Then:
19:59
Ali worked out this was a timer and felt the object. Big, round, smooth, dirty, BOMB! Ali screamed but couldn’t hear himself so he doubted anyone else could. He jumped to the floor and saw a plank of wood lying by the door. He carefully placed it on the step, making a see – saw effect. He jumped on one end and the other end pushed up but even after one hundred at sixty-three tries, the door wouldn’t budge! Of course one hundred at sixty-three tries meant about eight minutes wasted!
11:59
Now and again Ali would cry, but knew it wouldn’t help! He pushed tons of buttons on a hidden control pad he found but this just made a fountain outside turn on, which made him need the toilet! He swung on a rope attached to the roof and in the end, when he was really desperate, he punched the door, but still nothing changed. He looked at the bomb.
4:52
No time left, he had to find a way out of this place before he exploded. He knew he was going to die but wouldn’t give up. Three hollow wooden boxes stood at the back of the room, which Ali hadn’t yet noticed (even though he’d been sitting on them the whole time!) He looked at them and ducked his hand to the bottom of one. There was a hiss and he quickly pulled out his hand. Then he tried the second but this time there was no hiss, just a book was placed in his hand. A book, the same one from the bloke on the train. How could Ali not have known? That man set this all up, all of it. He looked at the book called Famous Criminals; there was a list. O.J Simpson, Bonnie and Clyde, Derek Todd Lee, Thomas Day. The list went on for a while but then it said, “Those who commit crimes, lose their lives, whether it is killing themselves or being killed by others.” there were more clues in the book about all the criminals. Ali was particularly interested in Thomas Day. There was about 1000 criminals on the list and Ali had heard of all of them except Thomas Day. It said that he always used public transport without paying, read others diaries for clues and pretends to die to haunt his victims. Ali had no time for reading though. He slammed the book shut to discover a painting. It said Thomas Day on the top and reminded him of a man he’d seen lately. “Him,” Ali cried, “He is Thomas Day!” he was right but didn’t have time to think, he continued to find a way out until it was over. But when the timer reached five Ali held his breath, ready to die. But he didn’t. A strange gas could be smelt and Ali collapsed, but was still breathing!
Chapter 4
Ali glanced around the room and saw a man, bloodshot eyes sticking out. He realised who it was! “T-t-t-t-Thomas D-d-d-d-d-Day.” Ali stuttered. The man just stood there with his muscular arms folded. There was about 3 minutes of silence. Absolute silence. Anyones mum would’ve loved it. Or sheep. No seriously, sheep have sensitive hearing. Then the man broke the silence “If you ever go on the train again,” Thomas Day said, “always take a zebra on with you, zebras rarely get hurt on trains so you have less chance of crashing.” He then simply disappeared. Ali stared at the empty spot ahead of him. As if that bloke had a blood coated pistol in his hand. Ali briefly glanced behind him and thought of what the man had said. He began to wonder how, though, he was supposed to find any way out. (Until he looked behind him and saw the door was open) He ran out and jumped on a Jaguar 6 series before it skidded to a halt when the traffic lights turned red. He ran through petrol stations and even bought a Twix with some money he found before he spotted the Landrover. It was in a muddy field with its driver lying tied to the bonnet. Ali ran over. Snipping Frantically, Ali let the driver free and asked about what had been going on. “Wellbasicallyiwasdrivingandthenyouweregoneandididn’tknowwherebuthopedyouwereokandthischapcamealongandpulledmeoutandtiedmehereandthendrovethecartothisfieldandicouldn’tbreathanddidn’thaveacluewhattodosoijustwaitedsoit’sreallyluckyyoucame!” He rushed. “Ok, well I was trapped in a room” Ali laughed in reply. He entered the motoring monster and slammed the door shut. The noisy engine rattled up and Ali began to question whether he trusted this car. BBC Radio 4 faded out of signal and the local commercial station shuttered into action. The car shot off to the left as the old man pulled the steering wheel in shock. Ali saw a man with yellow teeth pointing out staring at the window as the car stopped. Then as the car continued to run the man followed it until it reached full power when he jumped into a Ford Mondeo, which was the same speed as the Landrover (121-mph) and the race was on. The law was being broken and so were the cars and they bumped into each other but at the same time Ali could hear his dad saying “Alistar Lombard, never give up” right in his ears. The cars swerved to avoid anything that ever existed as fast as a pelting bullet. Then the Mondeo somehow managed to exceed 121 mph and produced a giant roar as it shot up to 179! “Remarkable!” Ali said.
Quite bad but I only write for pleasure.
P.S. that is not finished!
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