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Um the other day, some girl posted words she needed help with making a story for her class. I wrote this whole story? I have always loved reading, and always thought it’d be cool to write books. anyway… I did the best with the words she had to use. The words have asterisk’s beside them.. so tell me what you think? I dunno, I came up with it as I was writing it. Took me like 30 minutes. I’d really like the opinions of avid readers only! So thanks.
An agitated* Katie threw up her hands, signaling she had finally given up. The community* was eagerly waiting for any word saying they were safe again. But they never heard those words. “I will leave you to it,” said Katie, “I have an interview* at 3:30. If you figure anything out, just call me.” “Okay.” said her partner John. They had been working on a case for weeks, and were getting no where. A few months ago, a radio tower blew up and there was no explanation as to how, other than someone making it blow up. Since then, the whole metropolis* of Kria had been in pure pandemonium*. There were 13 deaths and 7 injuries from the accident, and everyone who managed to stay alive now feared for their lives. There was someone out there who planned that explosion, and Katie and John both agreed that it was not safe until they figured it out. There were hazards* in trying to figure out who did this. Last week, the office received a bomb threat if they didn’t let the case go. But that wasn’t their job, to let go. and John saw the affect* it had on everyone in town, and that didn’t sit well with him.
“Whoever this punk was, sure knew what he was doing.” John said, as he stood up to get another cup of coffee. This would be his fourth one since he got to work three hours ago. “Kid left no trace of himself. No shoe prints, tire tracks.” Right then, his boss Terry walked in. “Got this months survey* for ya Johnny.” Terry said. Terry was a tall man. His hair was always unkempt* and his shoes always untied. He was clumsy but still good at his job. He had been this way since his divorce seven months ago. “Any leads yet, Johnny?” Terry asked. “Nope, not a one.” John replied. His voice was gruff*. Probably from all those years of smoking cigarettes. “There’s no time to procrastinate*, we need to figure this thing out.” Terry said hastily*. “I know, I know,” John replied. “Me and Katie have been working non-stop since it happened, and I don’t know. I just don’t know what to do. I think this kid got away.” John slipped back down in his chair and hung his head. He recalled the night of the explosion. He was just 7 minutes from the radio tower, at a bar singing karaoke with his good pal Rio. He recalled the last few minutes before the tumult* “Giiive me your love baby, I will –” and then it happened. One immense* explosion. Another. A third. And then silence. After a few seconds that seemed like hours, everyone at the bar ran outside to see what happened. Cell phones were going off like crazy, people screaming, kids were crying.
Knock, knock.
The knocks brought John back to the present. “I’ve got something,” Katie said. “What? What have you got?” asked John. “Remember the night after it happened, how you said a twenty something man and his so called wife called here, making an inquiry* about the radio tower?” asked Katie. “Well -” start John. “I spoke to this lady today at the interview I had. Now this place is a data* entry company. The woman, she had pictures on her desk.”
“I don’t see how this has anything to do with -” John started.
“Just wait,” Katie replied, sitting down at the computer.
“You said that the guy on the phone sounded as if he wasn’t shook about the explosion. You also said he said the words ‘only in this lifetime,’ right?” Katie was out of breath. John was still waiting for a point to this story.
“You also said,” continued Katie, “that he was a blonde hair, green eyed caucasian male according to the picture the phone sent through.”
“Right.” said John
Katie was still typing in the computer. She typed in the phone number from the call. The picture of the blonde haired, green eyed guy came up. She clicked analyze.* A few seconds later, his whole profile was on the screen. She stared at the screen blankly for a minute. John looked at her facial expression. It was as if she knew this kid. Katie wrote down his address.
“Why do we need his address?” asked John.
“His marital status says single. You said it was him and his wife on the phone, yea?”
“Yea…” said John. What does this have to do with anything?” he asked.
“The lady at the interview today, she had pictures on her desk. She had a picture of this guy on her desk. I think this is our guy.”
“And why, why exactly do you think that?” he asked.
“He left town, and she went with him. I have a feeling about this John, we have to go with it, because we are just wasting him sitting in here.” she said, catching her breath finally.
“I have an animosity towards not knowing the facts before I take the