Part of me thinks though, that I'd probably have a bit more work ethic if I was being paid to turn up there everyday. It's not like WH Smiths was an ideal choice for me. I more or less chose it so I would get a better chance at getting a job. Life is just cruel that way.
Then, I messed up with the bins. I went through the fire exit instead of the normal door and I got a stern talking to by one of the supervisors. Then, when I went through the right door. I put my rubbish in the bin, I know I closed the door, but when I came back it was open, and the supervisor had another go at me. Apparently, any faults going on in the work place has to be the fault of the person on Work Experience.
It's a sad thing to say that I actually thought that woman was quite decent yesterday. How things change, eh? It's something I'll gossip to my friend about on Monday in school.
Anyway, here's the next installment, what I just finished writing of Do You Remember Me?
Chapter 4
We stood outside the shop, it was dark out and I knew personally that John was going to be pissed at what was going on.
I grabbed another joint and smoked it quick just to calm my nerves. I was really going haywire.
Mac jumped over the gate, “Ashley, you keep watch. If anything comes you shout.”
“Nah, I’ll do it.” I said.
“I don’t trust you. You just smoked a joint.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m fully aware, see?” I demonstrated by waving my arms around a bit.
“Sure, you are, Jeff. Just come with me.” I nodded. I didn’t want to fight with Mac. He was a big guy.
I followed him to the car shop. Mac’s idea was to get the most expensive car in the shop and drive it down to the local McDonalds and get some grub. I don’t understand why we couldn’t have walked it. It wasn’t very far. He reasoned that he wanted to use the drivethru.
We creepy silently through the yard, Mac had apparently scouted out this car shop before as he walked right up to the most expensive. A Porsche. It was white, a great figure, very expensive. I would have drooled if I wasn’t high on pot.
“Wait here, keep a lookout. I don’t trust Ashley. I’m going to get the keys.” Mac said, he didn’t wait for my approval. Didn’t he just say how much he didn’t trust me at the roadside? How was this any different.
The next thing I knew there was a smash, and an alarm went blaring.
“Oh, shit.” I said. Trust Mac to have set the damned alarms off. Didn’t he check for them before smashing into the building? Idiot. I
I started to make a scramble for it. I could hardly see in the darkness and I was high. Nothing made sense and I was starting to see things.
I was on the floor before I knew it.
“Don’t move. We’ve got you cornered.” I heard someone shout in the distance. Great. The police. What if they found out about John. He’d get mad. Very mad.
I tried to fight back. I struggled. The next thing I knew I was being hit over the head with a baton. The man pinning me to the floor shouting in my ear “You have the right to remain silent.” Damn.
John’s going to be very mad. That was my last thought before everything went black.
“What an idiot? How could he have not seen anyone coming?” Mac was fuming by the sounds of it.
“You do know your talking to yourself, right?” I asked, opening my eyes slowly.
“Oh, Jeff, you’re awake. It would have been nice for you to warn me too. Stupid pot-head.” Mac continued fuming.
“Me? It was your idea that got us here in the first place.” I retorted.
“Shut up! You could have at least done the job I asked you to do.”
“I was. I was dutifully looking out, I was attacked from behind.” I was beginning to get aggravated. God, I needed a joint. How long had I been asleep?
Mac had nothing to say. He just sat down on the bed. A defeated look on his face.
“I’m a goner, they said the last time it was my final warning.” Mac said sadly.
“Well, what were you thinking then?”
“I wasn’t thinking, Jeff. I was drinking. Just like you were smoking that stupid pot.”
“Pot isn’t stupid.”
“Not to a pot-head like you. Face it, Jeff. You’re an addict.”
“Am not.”
“I’m not even going to bother with that. At least I can admit to my faults.”
It was my turn to be silent. I was really angry at him for some reason. I felt like I could punch him in the face. I had all this pent up energy. I didn’t know what to do with it. I felt like I was going to burst.
I didn’t even know where all this was coming from. It was just sort of happening.
The next thing I knew, I pounced. I attacked Mac, the unsuspecting victim. I punched him hard across the face. The problem for me to comprehend though, was why it all felt so natural, like that punch was a reflex. Fighting just seemed to come naturally to me. Is that a good thing?
Mac screamed. I punched him to shut him up. Where was Ashley? I hadn’t seen him at all.
The police officers were pulling me down again.
“Stop struggling. You’re only making this worse on yourself.” One said, then I was knocked out again. When was I going to be awake longer than a few hours in this life? I wondered whether I was like this in a previous life too… I rarely thought about my previous life. What was there to think about if I couldn’t remember it? I couldn’t mourn the family I didn’t even know.
I woke up in a new cell. Mac wasn’t in this one.
My head was pounding. I could feel the lump on the back of my head where the police officer hit me with the baton. My vision was really out of focus. My head was spinning.
“I see you’re awake.” A pair of eyes was looking at me through the cell bars. I jumped into a sitting position on the bed.
“Leave me alone.” I said, gripping the sides of my head to stop the spinning.
“Can’t do that sir, the inspector wants a word with you.”
Little did I know it at the time, but it was that sentence that would probably change my life forever.
I'm really enjoying writing this at the moment. I can't wait to see where my imagination takes me on this. Of course, everything about it needs a lot of work. This is just a rough draft. I'll add loads more to some of the scenes once I've completed the first draft. Patience, my friends, patience.
Anyway, I'm off to bed. I've actually blogged pretty early today....
Night!
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