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I was in my silver, 2001 Chrysler 300, when I approached a long line of traffic, I figured I would be here a while, so I adjusted the volume on the radio, and searched for my favourite station, 92.5, hoping to hear some good music, to help me unwind after a long day at work, but all I heard was the announcers voice, declaring the depressing news for the day. I decided to listen, and maybe I would hear a traffic report and find out why this line is taking so long. Just before the end of the news, the announcer mentioned a robbery that happened, just at the end of my street. Anything that happens in town my mother always thinks I’m involved some how, I am positive that when I get home, I will have a message waiting from my mother.

Eventually the traffic thinned, and I broke free on to the highway and made my way home.

I rounded the corner to my house, and as I reached the top of the final hill, I noticed my sister, Morgan’s, car parked in the drive way. I had no idea why she was there.

I turned the door handle and stepped in, Morgan and my wife, Josie, were sitting around a small table in the living room, admiring a small unwrapped box. I sat my brief case down and started towards the living room to see what was in the box. When Josie noticed me she almost instantly had her arms wrapped around me.

“Thank you so much Alex!” Josie shrieked. “For what?” I asked “Oh don’t play dumb Alex; you know what we are talking about.” Morgan commented. “I’m serious what are you girls talking about” I asked, still very confused. “This beautiful necklace” Josie put the stunning heart shaped pendant in front of me. “How could you possibly afford that” Morgan sneered. “It’s the promotion he received last week, I knew it was great” “How much was it?” Morgan demanded. “I still don’t know where it came from,” I mumbled “but I do know that you girls are not finished packing for new York, at the rate you are going, you will make your plane about a week late” I reminded them

As the girls were packing, I could see the stunning three karat diamond shimmering around Josie’s neck, I still had no idea where it came from.

After Morgan and Josie left for the airport, I seen the time one the stove clock, and I realised I was missing the soccer game. I settled down on the couch to watch it and after a few commercials I finally fell asleep.

The sun was angled just perfectly to shine in my window through the space between the blind and the window casing, right in to my eyes. I figured it was time to get out of bed. I was excited for today because today was my first day of vacation after being promoted from editor to editor and chief of Toronto Daily. Today I was planning to celebrate by heading down to the car dealership to purchase my dream car.

“Hello sir” the man at the counter greeted me “how can I help you” “I was looking for a black, Corvette.” I explained The man gave me a look, and furrowed his brows, “I’m sorry but we don’t have any left in black, but we will have some in tomorrow.” “Thank you very much sir, I will be back tomorrow, first thing.” I said enthusiastically. “I’ll see you then.” he said and then turned around and walked over to help a customer who was looking a little confused. As I was leaving I noticed my previous co-worker, Rose. She shot me a glair, I guessed she was still a little upset about the promotion, but she is an excellent writer and will be promoted soon enough.

After running a few errands, I returned home just in time to catch the basket ball game. After watching the raptors defeat another team, I went to sleep.

Today was the day that I go to buy my new car, so it wasn’t long before I was ready to head over to the dealership. I started out to the garage and I opened the large garage door, and before my eyes, was the most beautiful, black, t- top, Stingray, Corvette, placed flawlessly in my garage. Placed around it were a few more items, a large plasma television box, a four wheeler, and many other items that looked very expensive. Before I could go inside, a police cruiser pulled into my yard.

The officer got out of the vehicle with a very stern look on his face. “Are you Alex Hanson?” he asked me.

“Yes” I replied. “I’m going to have to ask you some questions. “Sure thing, but I have no idea where these items came from” “My name is Officer Jordan, I have received an anonymous tip, that a man fitting your description was seen driving a black Corvette with no plates. I’m going to have to ask you to come down to the station with me, please fallow me to the cruiser.” Officer Jordan explained.

As I was placed in my seat, I no idea where it was going from here, would I be put in jail for theft or would I be proved innocent. I guess ill just have to wait.

“While you are at the station, Lieutenant Taylor and his team of investigators will search your premises for evidence.” Officer Jordan explained.

The cruiser slowed and then he led me into the building.

During questioning, things were not looking good for me; first of all I had no alibi, second a ledged sighting of me driving the vehicle, and lastly, every reported item that has been stolen in the last forty eight hours has mysteriously appeared in my garage including a priceless box of Egyptian artefacts.

Around the end of the questioning an officer opened the door to the small room we were in. “we need your assistance” the officer said with a very frustrated look on his face. Then I heard the commotion, they had a lady in hand cuffs and were trying to get her to stop screaming, after a closer look the lady was rose. After Officer Jordan returned, and asked a few more questions, a startling ring of the interrogator’s cell phone diverted my attention. “Yes he is with me now.” The man nodded, and then he listened for a moment. “I’ll be sure to tell him about what you found.” The officer flipped his phone, ending the call, I was very nervous; I had beads of sweat forming on my forehead. “We have come to a conclusion” he said slowly. “Yes, what is it” I asked. “Are you familiar with the name Rose Moore?” he asked me. “Yes I am, she was my previous associate.” I asked, wondering what she had done. “Well she was caught snooping around your property, her finger prints were found on the key pad to open your garage and DNA was found on the inside of the vehicle.” he looked at me, “you are free to go.” “Is that all you need to convict someone” I asked “No, we have evidence and during interrogation she snapped and confessed to the whole thing,” He stated, “and she kept mumbling about how the position was rightfully hers, oh well, some people are just crazy.” “That’s a relief” I felt as if a weight was lifted.

The story plastered the news, no one could even imagine how she managed to complete all the thefts without being caught until the very end and her plan was almost completed.

For our anniversary, Josie and I bought the black Corvette, but unfortunately we had to sell it for a caravan when our two nieces moved in with us. I can’t wait until they are old enough so I can tell them about my crazy co worker and once they are old enough to drive I might consider buying a new corvette.

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This morning, I finally found them, after months of looking, I found it, in the most unlikely place ever. My lucky pair of socks were in the back of the freezer. Almost two months ago, it was April fools, and I am positive that my younger brother Ben was responsible.It’s a good thing I found them today, because if I found them one day later, it would be too late, right after school today I have the biggest volley ball try out ever, and I will probably need the luck.

I arrive at school at my usual time. The classes seemed to drag on and on forever. At lunch I was relived to find out that Haley, my best friend was trying out also. (It’s a funny story how I met Haley. I was at my grade 6 tryout, I was petrified, I was playing middle and this serve came flying over, I was going to land between be and this other girl, I remember my older sister, Morgan, telling me to always want the ball, and to make sure I get noticed by the coaches. I guess someone told that to Haley as well, we both dove for the ball, and landed in one giant mangle if arms and legs. After we got up and laughed it off, we decided to go get ice cream after practice. )

Finally it is last period; luckily this is my favorite class.

“GOT IT!” I yell as I dive for the ball, phys Ed always goes by faster when I’m playing volley ball, before I know it, the final bell rings. I exit the gym doors and my older sister, Morgan is already there waiting to drive Haley and I to our tryout, Haley decided it would be a good idea to change at our school, rather than get there and get lost trying to find the bathrooms.

As soon as we were changed, we piled into my sisters car and headed to the volley ball tryout. After we arrived we went in the gym to warm up. It was almost time to start, the coach hollered for every one to get their kneepads on, because without them we couldn’t try out. I ran to the bench to get my knee pads from my bag, I opened the bag and I didn’t see them, after rummaging through the entire bag, I was positive they weren’t there. I remembered they were in my sister’s car. I bolted to the parking lot, but I was too late, she had already left, I called her cell phone, to my surprise she answered.

“Hello” she answered “Hey, by any chance do you think you could … “ and just my luck her phone just died. I tried my best to stay calm, breathe in … breath out, who was I kidding, I was in full freak-out mode! I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, I needed a minute to be able to see past my tears before I explained to Mr. Murray, the head coach. But just as I was about to leave, I saw them , right in front of me , my knee pads were in the floor, I was sure that they weren’t there when I cane in , I picked one up and to my surprise it had my initials and my blood stain from where I dove for the ball , it even matched my scar perfectly. I grabbed them and ran, I knew I was already really late, at least 10 minute, but today it seemed that my luck had done a complete 180. When i entered the gym all over the floor was what looked like blood, but after a closer examination, it was just fruit punch, and no one knew how it got there.

On the way to Haley’s I was thinking of the series of very fortunate events, first I found my lucky socks, then the cafeteria was having my favorite meal today, when it was supposed to be soy cheese pizza, i found my knee pads and the coach didn't realize i was late. compared to most days, this day seemed almost perfect.

" Alice, you mother called , she said she wanted you home before 9:30 so you have time help her with the dishes before you go to bed " Haley's father yelled up the stairs.

" i guess id better get going if I'm going to get there in time for all the fun " i shot a quick smirk at haley. she helped me pack up my book bag and came down stairs and waved good by and then reminded me to call her tomorrow morning with the details for the weekend.

While I was walking home ,it was starting to get dark. i noticed that the old spooky house that used to be there was gone, i didn't think much of it until i heard a blood curdling scream that came from the empty lot, but before i had time to even imagine what had happened, i heard foot steps that seemed to be coming towards me! i dropped my bag and bolted towards my house, i could hear the steeps increasing in speed , that confirmed that they were after me. as i rounded the corner on my street, i seen a set of head lights , i was like a deer in the headlights , frozen. the car was closing in on me, i heard the squeel of the tires struggling to stop, but there was no way that they would stop in time. I braced my self for impact, when all of a sudden i heard a loud thud, i couldn't feel any pain but i could feel the heat coming from the radiator. i opend my eyes and flexed all my finges and there was a huge dent in the front of the mangled honda. I was flabbergasted, i had no idea what made that dent , then i remembered the thing chasing me, when i could finally get my feet to move i slowly walked to wards my house , i heard a middle aged woman yelling at me to se if i was all right , i was in a state of shock , all i wanted to know was why that car didn't hit me , the lady followed me to my door , and after i entered she nocked and as i was climbing the stairs to my room, i heard her talking to my parents.The door slammed shut and a few seconds later my mother sat at the end of my bed. she made sure i was okay, and told me i didn't have to do the dishes and if i wanted to stay home tomorrow she was okay with it, after i let her talk for about 10 minutes, i asked her to leave so i could go to sleep because i had a long day and i was tired.

All night i tossed and turned, and i imagined what the thing that saved me could have been. then the sound of my alarm gave me permission to get out of bed. i hobbled down the stairs to the kitchen table where i sat and waited for the rest of my family to come down the stairs.when the didnt come down, i decided to go look for them, they weren't in any of their rooms __ 1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)? yeah its a realllly long 2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? its a very interesting plot 3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions? ofcourse they are 4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story?

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author? include more action