Young Writers Society

I really need a review! becasue

a) it's an english project

b) it has marks (I think)

c) I have to 'thaf' a girl in my class who keeps running me down !!!!

and so I conclude I need a review and a like would be nice ! Oh and it's about road saftey . Here it is :

A Beautiful Promising Life…INDEED

Guilt cannot be defined properly, but it can be felt. Right now my head felt heavy, my bones felt heavy, each inch of my body felt heavy, but my heart felt the heaviest. That’s how guilt felt and I was feeling it. That night changed all our lives. A group of us friends, Danny, Ray ,Marylyn, Alessandra and me, Kevin. Alessandra and me were walking behind Danny, Ray and Marylyn. The three of them were dancing and singing while Alessandra and me were talking about the accounts homework, television shows and we were laughing. Our laughter was cut short when we heard a terrible scream. A fight had started between Ray and Marylyn. It started out as a verbal fight, slowly tiny pushes came and finally it became a physical one. Everyone tried to stop the fight but then something horrible happened, it would scar us for the rest of our lives.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Jack and Bob were listening to their senior Mr. Pandey.

“Now listen, I want the recording of the camera in Sector 31and I want identification of the dead girl and the guy who owned the car.”

“Yes boss” They both said and stood there.

“Well, what are you looking at then? My moustache ?” Pandey said while rasing his voice with every word.

Jack and Bob walked off.

Pandey sat in his chair trying to think what might have happened. His thought was interrupted with the beep of the fax machine.

He took the paper out and started reading it.

Alessandra Black. 19 years. Studies at UAC. Lives in Minto, Oleary. No criminal records. Father died when she was a toddler, mother works at a grocery store as a cashier. No siblings. Has not been in contact with other family members.

Pandey read the information, trying to connect invisible dots, but soon figured out nothing, was there to join. Pandey asked Jack and Bob to come in and they did so.

“Got anything about the car owner ?” Pandey asked while sitting back down into his seat and twirling the paper weight in his hand .

“Yeah we got a Mr. Anderson, lives ten minutes from here.” Jack said.

“Call him, here . We have a few questions that need to be answered.” Pandey said while getting up and walking away.

INTEROGATION ROOM

“Do you know this girl Mr. Anderson?” Pandey asked while handing over the photo.

“No.” answered Mr. Anderson.

“Listen, either you can come clean, or stay a night in custody with Jack and Bob.” Pandey said while pointing at the two officers, and they cracked their knuckles.

“No. I haven’t seen her.” He said while leaning a bit in front.

“Where were you two nights from today?” Jack asked placing one hand on the table .

“I was at the office. I went home late that day. Too much work” Mr. Anderson said .

“Listen bub! Tell me, did you crash into this girl or not!” Pandey screamed. His neck veins popped when he yelled and he balled his fists so tight, his knuckles went white.

Mr. Anderson cracked like an egg and spilled out the whole thing of how he was busy sending a text message on his cell phone that night and the girl just jumped out of nowhere.

“Lock him up.” Pandey said while getting up and walking out .

ALESSANDRA’S FUNERAL

It was like nature was sad to see Alessandra dead. The whether was cold, damp, humid. The moon had an eerie glow to it. The tree’s swayed slightly casting odd shadows on the floor. The dogs barked occasionally. The formalities were taking place when Pandey entered. He, Jack and Bob took a seat behind. Kevin was speaking when they entered. He said “Alessandra, wasn’t just a friend, she kept our group together,she was proton and neutron and we were the electrons of her nucleus, she had so much to give but, had to go. She was amazing. Rest in Peace Alessandra.” He stepped down from the podium, and sat in the front isle. People talked about Alessandra, how she was, what she had waiting for her in life and so on. They cracked the case open.

A BEAUTIFUL, PROMISING LIFE WASTED .

Someone had to pay with her life for someone else’s mistake. Had Mr. Anderson not been texting and the friends not been playing, nudging or pushing on the pavement in their fun-filled frivolous mood, had both the parties been careful while on the road, all would have been well with them. A beautiful, promising life wasted.