Fatal Accident!

Fatal Accident!

On the twenty-fourth of march 2019,
Pig the selfish pug fell out of a window.

Pig’s brother, Trevor wanted to play with Pigs toys,
but Pig wouldn’t share.

Is that the truth though… Or is it lies.

Trevor's Statement:

“My brother kept piling on the toys.
Piling and piling. He climbed onto the top and bowed.
Then, the Tower of Toys swung this way, and swung that way.
Next thing I know he was out the window! I tried to warn him,
I really did. But he fell and his body was turned inside out”.

Pigs Statement:

“H-he pushed me.” Pig whimpered.
“He stuck his claw out and tapped it on one of my toys,
it’s HIS fault I’m like this!”

Who do we believe and who don’t we believe.

Reporter,
Kelly-Anne is going to interview Joyce McHale and Greg McHale,
the parents of Pig and Trevor.
Their statements:

“We were shocked and terrified when we found out t
hat Pig had fallen and had been broken inside and out.
But Trevor wouldn’t do that, surely! He’s the nicest dog ever.
I don’t know how to explain it. Me and Greg were at work.
All we know is as much as you guys.” Joyce finished speaking.

Greg didn’t want to say anything.

Until the police found out more, the case is closed!

Author of: Lauren Dreaver

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G r ë ë n

G r ë ë n

I could feel them staring at me. I didn’t want to look at it, so I peered down into the water.

‘Becky’ I heard a voice say, ‘Rebecca!’. It was my friend Isla.

‘What, Isla?’

‘I’ve looked all over town for you, where have you been, are you okay, what’s wrong?’.

‘Isla, I’m fine. I just needed somewhere serene to clear my head…’

‘Okay Becks, why is everyone looking at you?’

‘I know as much as you darling.’

‘Okay bye’

‘Bye..’ I murmured.

Isla… understood me. I needed to clear my head daily, and she was so understanding of it.

See, my dad died a few months ago, and after my dad died my brother went mute.

When I went to clear my head, I would go somewhere serene and well… green.

It was such a relaxing colour, but wherever I went, someone was always looking at me. Two eyes peering, and I didn’t know why…

Maybe it was because I was always in the paper? The headings would be “Daughter of dead father seen again by a stream and a bridge!”

I hated when that happened.

I was as clueless as a kite without a person holding it.

The water was so slowly moving, the wind making the leaves on the tree’s dance. There were trees surrounding everything. It felt normal now to do it, and because it was a daily thing, I could know where I was going, I knew what to do. Just stand there and listen to the trees shuffling against each other. I didn’t even have to look, I just had to listen to find my happy place.

It wasn’t that green was my favourite colour, even though it is now. The places you go to that make you feel good, might be green, you never know…

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