Ok. So I'm writting a novel so here's the first chapter.
Its pretty long. OK it is very long. And its just the first chapter. May upload the pictures next time.
Prolonge
I am Hyperactive. What’s so wrong about that? Why am I born with it? Grandma says that I inherited it from Grandpa, who passed away few years ago, and Grandma could never be more depressed. Well, then Grandpa must have had a hard life then, just like me. Does being hyperactive equals to being ignored? Because that’s how I’m feeling right now, every second of my life, well maybe until this big thing happened. Its about time because I had been ignored for the past 12 years.
Okay, so I admit I do weird things like nailing shoes on the wall. I mean, maybe they COULD come alive and walk horizontal, which IS a shoe’s dream, right? People ask me to think twice and I already did. Besides, I didn’t harm anyone at all, ok maybe accidents which don’t really count, but anyway they labeled me as DANGEROUS. I’m just thinking out of the box. Way out. Anyway sometimes I just could not control, its just a natural reaction, like when I feel annoyed, I roll into a ball to look like a rock so people will not disturb me, which is totally reasonable. Its not like dancing around with bananas around my hips. Anyway so here’s ‘ this big thing ’ I had once mentioned.
Mr Forn
I rolled out of bed and dropped onto the blanket I lay beside it. I stood up and did it again. I love that feeling – as if I was dropping through clouds and clouds,
With nothing much to worry about except for what I was going to do when there were no more clouds. Suddenly the door whammed open. It was Dad. " Leo, what on earth are you doing?" He demanded. I hate it when people ask me what I was doing even after ruining my fun. I curled up into a ball. Dad groaned and commanded " I don’t care how you feel and I want you downstairs eating breakfast in ten minutes!" I knew he was steaming. He always was. I growled. " Make it five!" He yelled as he slammed the door. The cutlery hanging down clanged against each other. I like that sound and knew I would be hearing it every morning. I dressed myself and waited until it was five minutes and one second before going down, to see if Dad was timing me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at Dad and Grandma, eating at the Dining table. Apparently, Dad was staring at the clock. Big trouble, I thought. Just as Dad opened his mouth, Grandma cut in " Shut up and eat your food, son. If you starve to death, who’s gonna pay for my coffin? " Ever since Grandpa died, the only words that came out of Grandma’s mouth were regarding death. Dad breathed out like a dragon. I knew that it was safe, and joined them for breakfast. After he had finished, Dad took his suitcase and went for work. He was finally gone. I don’t really know what his job is and that’s because he wouldn’t tell me. I slurped my breakfast down and skipped up to my room where I really belonged. I opened and looked out the window. I love the Sun. Its just like a really bright UFO coming someday to abduct you, which was why now I’m creating my own alien language to make it easier to communicate.
A few " Eh - Yo" irritating alarm spoilt my thought. Straight away I recognized that it was a police siren. I’m a good friend with Sarge because of my knowledge and I often visit him with Hayley and there are a dozen kinds of these alarms there, which makes me kind of erm, ball. My head swung to that direction. I’m very sensitive to sounds, which is why my room is sound proof, so that nobody disturbs me while I sleep, and when I yell, there would be echoes. Pretty cool. Anyway, the noise came from our new neighbour ‘s, who had moved in several weeks ago, Mr Forn, compartment. I could tell that he was yelling his head off because his mouth was as big as my knee. I ran down.
" Grandma, can I go check out what’s happening at Forn’s ? "
" Yeah, yeah, scram. Just make sure that if he goes to jail, make sure he reserves a place for your dad, or you, " she croaked and blew a puff on her cigarette.
" Dad’s going to jail? "
" Not yet, but someday, " she commented. " Now get out of here and go burn off some of your hyper energy. " She whacked me with her stick. Grandma can be harsh, very harsh, but she’s good people. I dodged professional and scooted out of the house.
" Calm down sir, and describe to us the crime as detailed as you can. " One of the police instructed, biting his pen tip.
" What’s going on? " I asked curiously.
" Oh you again. It’s the fifth time this week you came to visit me. What do you want? " Mr Forn yelled as his bloodshot eyes bulged. The policemen stared at him. Mr Forn sighed." Look, I don’t have time now. Now run along. " He swatted his hands.
" Mr Forn here had his door locked picked but all whoever who did it was to kill his dog and place the Mayor’s Dowry on his table. " The police officer explained, reading his findings.
" The mayor’s … ? Never mind. Can I join the investigation too? " I asked eagerly, so maybe next time I can become a detective, or maybe some kind of police chief. Either one is good.
" What? How can you? You are under medi… "
" I suppose he can, not many youngsters now a days have this learning attitude. Besides, there’s no harm letting him. " Sarge interrupted Mr Forn’s explanation and smiled at me. I gave him my cutest beam, it always works. Maybe not always but you get the point.
We went in, and Mr Forn started on his story.
" As an early bird, I rose at 8 a.m. and starting eating my breakfast. Fred was as usual as he was – slopping at his basket. After breakfast, I realised that it was particularly warm this morning, and so I went up to take a bath. Little did I know, " He shook his head. " When … when I came out, he’s dead! " I glared at the lifeless body of the ferocious bulldog which bite was worst then its bark, in a puddle of blood. There was a knife beside it. The sight was kind of pleasing.
"And look at this! The mayor’s dowry was right on my coffee table! Right there! I don’t know but anyone who did this obviously wanted to frame me. " Mr Forn exclaimed.
Sarge nodded as he scribbled over his notepad. " Did you see any suspicious character when you went out to take your newspaper? And … won’t your dog bark while its getting stabbed? Do you have any arguments with anyone recently? " Sarge questioned him.
" Well, I did kind of see two shadows lurking behind the bush. And my bathroom is sound proof, so I couldn’t hear a thing! Well, I had kind of a fight with my brothers recently, about my father’s inheritance. But now they suddenly graciously let me have the whole share! " Mr Forn blabbered on.
" This is pretty easy, all the clues leads to your brothers, which makes them the culprit. First, they wanted to frame you on stealing the mayor’s dowry and they suddenly let you have the inheritance as they knew you would go to jail and probably get hanged, so they need not argued for it. " Sarge deducted the reason as he chuckled.
" I can’t believe my brother would do this! Well, they never treated me as their brother since young. " Mr Forn sighed in disbelief. He looked fake.
Sarge wore on some gloves and shoved the jewellary into a small plastic bag, and did it with the knife too. " Did you touch them? We will be checking them for fingerprints." Mr Forn shook his head. " Good. Now, just wait for our news. " Sarge patted him on the shoulder as they headed back to the police station. I had my doubts. I asked if I could use his bathroom.
" But your darn house is only 5 miles away! " He reasoned. " Urgent… " I pretended and he finally, but reluctantly, gave in. I shot up the stairs and slammed the toilet door. " You are going to pay for that if I find a crack on that thing! " I heard him hollered but it didn’t really bothered me.
I did my business and decided to test out this place. " Hello? " ‘ Hello? ’ There was an echo ringing. Mr Forn wasn’t lying, I thought. Then, I saw a brioche in the mirror cabinet. ‘ To Australia: Tasmania ’ A brioche in the toilet? Suspicious. Something was wrong.
MUAHHAHAHHAHHA CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT. Im now not sure who's the murderer and im kinda deciding later. I know is super long but lets just get this on with. Hooray! No more { almost } Prelims !
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