My Narative

I'm stuck here, sitting in a lonely garden shed wondering how I stuffed my life up. I had a lovely family, I had a nice house. But no!! I am the 18 year old wanted fugitive on the run from the cops trying to clear my name.I was charged for the murder of my uncle and sister when it wasn't me. 

Part 1: My Story.

Back in January, I was on my way back from school when, a sudden gun shot pierced my ears. It came from our house. Naturally, I raced in to the aid of my Uncle and Sister, not even thinking of the danger I was in. Straight away i heard the cry y little sister, cristle clear tears started to burn my eyes. My eyes lock onto her as i find her lifeless on the bedroom floor.The cops turn up out of the dark city night, sirens blaring, suddenly the cry of my mother booms over the sound of the sirens. She races to the aid of Gabbie.

"Cal'!!! she screamed. But I had already left the danger zone, out the window and far away, I couldn't let them see me, I had blood on my hands, they would think I had done it and "BANG"! My life had suddenly dissapered.