Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Caravan 63 Part two: Running across America

 If you are reading this you probably know what has happened to my little sister Angel. If you don't know I'll tell you. It was about three days ago, this may be hard to understand but an old man took my sister and drove away with her. You all probably think that I am lying because old people are sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly. Well I'm here to tell you that nearly everything you about most old people is probably false. Now don't go and run to your Mum and scream "Mum, Granny and Grandpa are evil and trying to take over the world". Because it probably a very select few of old people that want to take over the world and most of them probably don't have a joyful life and a family. So you are safe from the "Take Over The World Plan". But you also don't have to worry because something inside me tells me the old people are not the real problem. Which is good, but there is something much much worse coming. Anyway back to and my family were at this holiday park for only one night before Angel was kidnapped. Since then we have left the holiday park. Mum and Dad have just sat on the couch waiting for the police to call, but I have gone out to look for her. The police said that think the old man went to Ohio. They said he must been desperate to get away from Arizona to go that far. At the moment I'm in the process of trying to get a ride to Kentucky from here in Georgia. It seems like everywhere I go I see Angels face. It pains me to know that she is probably still with that old man feeling scared and abused. It pains me even more to think that its very likely that she has been abused and could be all bloodied up on her face. Its torture not knowing exactly where she is or who she is with.
Well, anyway, I am going to tell you something that I am still trying to forget. This is kind of out of the blue, but I think you need to know. It is the first time Angel started acting out of character. Here goes...
 I was riding down my street one day on my flash new bike that Angel and Mum got for me on my birthday two months ago ( Mum bought it, Angel picked it out) when my cell phone started to vibrate and start the my favorite song from 1D, Kiss you.
Instantly I pulled my bike to the side of the road, skidding along the grass for a sec before coming to an abrupt halt.
Pulling the phone from my back pocket, I flipped it open.
"Hello?" I said rather breathlessly, panting as a tight cramp grasped my stomach from moving to fast.
"Who is this?"
For a moment there was no reply, and then a petrified, shaking voice gasped "Macey?"
My heart skipped a beat. My breath came in short, shallow chokes of air. I collapsed next to my bike, the concrete hard against my bare legs.
"Yes I don't have much time but listen carefully.......have you ever done something so vile that you cant tell anyone because it's so despicable."
 For a moment I couldn't answer but I knew there was something. When I was thinking about whether or not I should...could tell her the line went dead. When I got home Angel was just sitting there looking petrified. She wouldn't tell me why she called. She kept saying "I didn't call you." She said that over and over again like she was a broken record.
 Now dear reader that I told you that I will have to try very hard to forget it. Maybe later I will tell you more but for know I need get off the side of the road and sleep.

Thanks for staying tuned in. Keep viewing for Part three to find out Macey's dark secret and if she will ever find Angel.
Thanks to my friend Angel for writing some to help me.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Caravan 63 Part one

 As I waltz down the never-ending path, leaves and twigs rapidly fall onto the ground all around me. Kids are riding bikes and scooters past me. When I look back behind me, I see the world outside the gates. It's as if I have jumped into Alice In Wonderland where everything looks different from the real world. As I walk my sandals sound like they are slapping the concrete road with every step I take. When I look up at the trees, I can see the afternoon sun trying to break it's way through the microscopic gaps. On my journey down the path, the next thing I see is the caravan park. The people staying in the caravans are mostly old. The only person in the caravan park that acknowledges my existence is the old man in caravan 63. He glares out the window of the caravan with sunken eyes. As I walk further up, an old lady comes up to me. Her eyes look worried. She grabs my arms tight (so tight i expect my dark blood to seep out of my arm.) She whispers in my ear. Her voice is gentle but words coming out are demanding and hostile. The words she whispers are four simple words, but together they make me skittish. She spits the words out like fire...... GET OUT OF HERE! I walk calmly (but swiftly) out of the caravan park. But I don't like the way the old man stares at me until I exit the caravan park and even then his beady eyes continue to follow me all the way down the end of the road where my tent is set up. I am sure that even when I enter the tent he can still hear my heart beat in terror. When I come out again I am with my six year old sister Angel. I can see the old man and the look on his face when he sees Angel. He looks very pleased.
 All night I can't stop thinking about the old man and how close Angel is sleeping to entrance of the tent. My mind is wandering to the land of "no way that is ever going to happen ever in your entire life."
 What if the old man sneaks in and snatches your little sister,or, maybe tomorrow he will jump out and hold a gun to someone's head and pulls the trigger. When I heard that malicious voice again I let out a choked shriek of terror, grasping my blankets to my chest. I give a hurried glance towards my sister, just to make sure her blood is not splattered across the tent walls. With a trembling hand I reach out, revealing my hand to the frosty air, and softly stroke her long ash blonde hair that's gone wild with her restless slumber.
 You have to keep an eye out Macey they are using the old man as a distraction. Be warned they are coming. There it is again that voice. Who is coming. It would be nice if you gave me information that isn't stupid once and a while. I think back. But the voice is gone again. I try to forget about the voice and go back to sleep. But I can't take my eyes off Angel. Whoever or what ever is coming better get ready to get their buts whipped first before they lay a finger on my Angel.

Next Day

 When I pulled myself out of bed, the first thing I do is make sure Angel is still in a deep slumber or breathing in the fresh air. When I see she is not in the tent I dash as fast as a cheetah to see if she is outside. When I am in view of the sun, I breath a sigh of relief when I see her ash blonde hair dancing in the icy breeze. But when I take a closer look I realise something that makes my heart skip a beat. I run over to Mum to make sure that I am wrong.
"Where is Angel" I demand.
What Mum says is not what I wanted to hear.
"We thought she was with you" She whispers in a rough voice. My mouth falls. When I turn to run and look for her, my eyes lock onto the old man. He is climbing into his car when he sees me. The dark smirk that spreads across his face, sends chills down my spine.
 As he drives off, in the back window I see a small face rise up. I scan the face but all I can see is the hair........ long ash blonde. I fall to my knees and throw my hands at the ground with all my force. When I raise my head, the only thing i can say nearly burns a hole through my heart.......ANGEL.

Keep viewing my blog for Part two coming soon and Part three is being thought about. If your interested in the mini sieres, Sorry but Part two might take a bit longer. It would be really helpful if my audience could give me some ideas. Thanks.

Partially Written by one of my closest friends Angel