Chapter Four

Chapter Four

A Chapter by Harriet Styles
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Dad didn’t say a word as he pulled out of the driveway of our house for the last time.

“Are you going to miss it-the house I mean?” I asked him.

He looked at me and then back at the road. I noticed he was concentrating awfully hard.

“Uh no, just a house after all,” he finally answered.

I could tell he didn’t mean it. He had bought that house for Mum as a present before I was born. Moving was probably one of the hardest things he had ever done.

 

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. We hadn’t been in the car for more than ten minutes and I was already bored.

“Dad,” I said slowly, “where exactly did you go last night?”

“What?”

He seemed disorientated all of a sudden. It was as if he was hiding something.

“I saw a white van pull into our driveway and-” I continued.

 

His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“What were you doing up that late?”

“I asked you a question first.”

“Why won’t you answer my question?”

“Well you never answer any of mine.”

 

Then, there was a long silence. I wondered how I would cope with being in the car with him for two more hours.

“I’m getting a snack,” he muttered.

I pretended not to hear him as he parked the car next to a familiar white van.


“Back soon,”

He slammed the door. I undid my seatbelt and peered out the window at the mysterious white van. Unfortunately, I couldn't see through it's tinted windows. I slumped in my seat.


What could Dad be hiding, I wondered. Suddenly, the doors flung open. My eyes widened as an old couple got out of the car.

The door to the driver's seat opened and Dad sat down with a sigh.

“You do know there is more than one white van in the world Ally,” Dad frowned.


“Whatever. Why won’t you tell me what's going on Dad?” I demanded, folding my arms across my chest and pouting.

“Will you just drop it!” He yelled as he handed me a chocolate thick shake and put his coffee in the drink holder next to him.


I slumped further in my seat. There was no way I was letting this go. I noticed that the more I talked about it, the more uptight he got which only made me more curious.



© 2013 Harriet Styles


Author's Note

Harriet Styles
I really need help to work out what is going to happen next, I have an idea but I want to save it for one of the later chapters...
Any ideas?

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please? someone? I NEED HELPPPP...I don't know what is going to happen next :C

Posted 11 Years Ago


someone help? I don't know where to go from here...

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Harriet Styles
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My name is Harriet and I am 14 years old (15 in July). I know I am young but I love writing and apparently I am very good for my age (or so I have been told). When I grow up I want to become an author.. more..

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