The Mystery of the Missing Eight-year old

Chapter one - George

"Hey, that's my backpack!" Irene shouted. 

"No' any more!" yelled back the boy. 

As he turned and sneered, Irene took a mental photo of the crook. He was a boy 
with the age of, lets say, 14 or 15. His teeth were missing in places,
 and most of the ones that were 
there were yellowish. He had scraggly golden hair and a face 
peppered with freckles. 

He was your typical farm-guy, Irene thought as she took in his 
checked red and blue button-on shirt.

Irene felt defeated. She was only 12 but all her friends said
 she looked 15. Her tall, lean body, and her short black bob was why. 

Irene shot an annoyed look at the boy.

But he only stuck his tongue out and pedaled away.

"Oh, 'nd by the way, name's George! " and he disappeared 
into the night. 

Irene sighed. She knew she shouldn't have gone to Havers 
Woods at 2 o'clock in the morning. But a temptation had bit her
 and she couldn't help but follow it. 

Irene felt around in her pocket. Good. At least she still 
had her phone and her wallet.

The bag had only contained a notebook and some hairclips. 

But the reason she didn't want to lose it was because
it was a leather bag 
that had cost $70.45 at Everyday Style. 

As Irene pedaled home, she worried about all the things 
her mother would say. "Naughty!", "This cost a LOT of money, 
Ireane Hender!" \or "I knew it! You are grounded!".

Irene sucked in the cool night air. Then she reached a sign. 
Hather Field read one, pointing the way to her house, Everstone Road read another. 
This was where her grand parents lived. Irene muttered, "Oh, well..." and headed down Everstone Road. 

Her parents would have to wait. At least she still had $300 in 
her life savings. Suddenly, she heard a stick snap behind her. 
Irene got the feeling she wasn't alone. 

She turned around. Nothing. It must have been my bike, 
she tried to think.
 But still, she still had a feeling someone was going after her. 

Irene went to a 24 hour news agent and bought a notebook
 and some hot chocolate. 
As she sat beside her bike and sipped, she wrote,

Dear diary,

I know there's a lot going on that you don't 
know yet, but all I need to 
say right now is BEVERYLEY IS MISSING. 
You may not know Beverley
 Matta, but she's an adorable 8 year old. 
Here is some impotant information:

~ She was reported missing at 3o'clock, 
July the third. 

~ Police found her red coat hanging off a tree 
at Haver Woods. 
(She was reported missing wearing that coat)

~ On her bed there was a note: "Must all be taken, 
must some be found".

~ He

Irene stopped short. A dark figure strode towards her.

"I'm sorry, but you know too much," he said in a mechanical voice. 
A grey bandana covered his mouth and nose.
 A midnight black beanie covered half of his face, and a 
dark scarf dangled down his waist.
 Only two slits in them revealed green speckled eyes.

Irene shuddered. He looked just like a snake she'd seen in a
 horror movie. 

Suddenly, from behind her, two armed men grabbed her arms. 
Realising what she had to do, 
Irene kicked backwards, her legs parted as she did so. Both guards reeled back in shocked pain. 

Irene dumped her new notebook in the basket of her bike and 
sped away to the Everstone police station. 
She was too woried to think, all would be better, soon. 

Chapter two - Kidnapper on the loose! 

"So," Officer Hartley repeated, smirking as if saying a joke.
 "Your expensive bag was stolen by a farm boy named George, 
you were attacked by a snake man, and -"

"He looked like a snake, sir, I'm serious. I saw him, here," Irene said,
 rolling up her sleeve. There was a cut, still bleeding. 

"Irene, that just proves you need a tissue, and I think I'd better call
 your Grandpa to pick you up." He pulled a tissue out and 
handed it to her.

"Maybe she is telling the truth, Tim. I mean, that looks like a really
 bad rope cut, and-" Officer Maya stopped short, 
seeing the happy look on Irene's face.

"Look!" Irene said. She held a black scarf out. 
On it were several grey hairs. "Mum and Dad have no grey hairs. 
And the men I saw were wearing black clothing."

"I'd better put this on the DNA tester. And," Officer Maya 
raised an eyebrow at Officer
 Hartley sternly, "SOMEONE has to make a very sincere apology."

She stood up and left.

**

Fifteen minutes later, Officer Maya returned. 

"Looks like the DNA of this person," she said, turning on the 
interactive projector. 
The projector zoomed in on a shopping center picture. 
A 40 year old man was buying a black scarf. The exact scarf 
Irene held. 

"But that's Peter Harold!" Officer Hartley jumped up. 

"You know him!" Irene frowned.

"Me and John Fleet arrested him for kidnapping last year. 
He should still be in jail!" he said. 

"Why don't we go to Justine Jail and see?" Irene wondered aloud. 

"Actually," Officer Hartley bit his lip. "He's in Congravest Jail. That's a bit more furthe -"

"Well lets go now then!" Officer Maya said. 

**

Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were squashed up in a 
police mini SUV. 

" Mamma mia! Here we go again...Mamaaaa how can I resist 
youuuu!" sang Irene's phone.

Irene picked it up. "H-hello mum?" she whimpered.

"Hello mum? HELLO?! What do you think I am! Ireane where
ARE you, HONEY!?" blared a familiar
 voice. 

"I-I'm, on the way to Gran and Gramp's house," she whispered back.
 I was about 
to be kidnapped mum, so I'm with t-the police...."

"Kidnapped?! Oh.....munchkin! I've been so worried!" 

"And a guy stole my bag..."

"Who CARES about your bag! We've all been so worried! 
Bell was the one who found out,
 bless that kitten," Mum went on. "She mewed and mewed until 
Andrea opened the door. She was taking
Bell back to your room but you weren't there, so Andrea 
screamed and...oh...." 

"Yes. Alright. Mum, I'll meet you, Dad, Andrea and Bell too, 
okie, at Gran and Gramp's." 

"Alright, Icy!"

"Muum!" Irene groaned, but already the line was dead.

Suddenly, Officer Maya screamed. Officer Hartley had slumped 
in his driver’s chair, a note on his back:

          I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

BookReviewsWithAnya (BRWA)

Hey guys! My mum brought me a cool book from Texas, so I decided to make a review of it!

Esperanza Rising

Book Title: Esperanza Rising

Author: Pam Munoz Ryan

Pura Belpr`e Award

 

 

Esperanza Rising is story told like a fairytale. A story set in the 1920’s 

of a young girl, Esperanza, as her life of wealth and happiness changes rapidly as a sudden tragedy befalls her.

 A good story for readers who love emotion and gripping stories, Esperanza Rising is another rich tale that Pam Munoz Ryan has developed, inspired by her Grandmother  who also moved to the United States after her loving father’s death. 

Esperanza Rising will become one of the rare books which you will never close until the very last page, with beautiful messages and philosophical sayings hidden like treasures in every chapter. 

(this review is based on the reviewer’s opinions and statements.)

© Anya Rafa 2014 

My Favourite School

My heart throbs when the name is mentioned,
The school where I could learn with pride,
The teachers, not yet pensioned.
I wish, I wish, with all my might,
That I could come back to learn,
At Ironside.

Message to school: Wish I could be there to see you evolve, from great comes greater, from nice to nicer. I miss you, 4FN!

Harry's Mess

By Anya
 Mummy's on the phone,
And Daddy's out in Rome,
And Granny's gone,
playin' Bingo.
Who does Harry ask?
Who does Harry tell?
Oh no, Harry's trousers are wet!
Mummy's finished calling,
And Daddy's back from Rome,
And Granny's come home from playin' Bingo.
But Harry is soggy,
But Harry is stinky,
Who  cleans up Harry's mess?

Meaning of the poem:

Harry is wanting too pee, but he can't go to the toilet himself, so he wants to tell his parents, or his granny. But they are all busy, and Harry ends up peeing on the floor!

Edge of the Cliff

Chapter One- Revenge Is Best Served Cold

I hugged my knees and stared. The water reflected back a sad, small, humiliated girl. How could Bridgette do this to me? She was my best friend...But then again, Bridgette does unexpected things. Why would she call me names in the playground then?
I replayed the horrible scene in my head, over and over again.
"She thinks she's so great," her voice echoed in my mind. "Oooh, her dad is a professor! I'm SO scared!"
The picture of Bridgette's horrible smirk was etched in my mind. Clarissa and Mindy were silent, gaping, statues.
Suddenly, I picked myself up and ran out of the garden, out, into the empty street. "I will pay you back, Bridgette," I said, kicking a stone. "And that's a promise."
Then, I turned, and walked back to the classroom.
"Have you been CRYING, Tiffany?" Elisa said, shocked. "Who made you....."
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then leaned into her ear and said. "Bridgette. But don't tell her I told you."
"Promise." Elisa pushed her bracelet further up her arm. "What did she do?"
"Uh..." I mumbled uncomfortably. "Called me REALLY mean names....Yeah, I don't want to talk about it."
Clarissa and Mindy went over to talk to me, but Bridgette hissed, "Don't! We don't talk to freaks."
One thing for sure was she said it loud enough for me to hear.
I took a deep breath and said, "Who's the freak? You? Well then why did THEY talk to you? Let alone breathe in you? I mean, you could catch a TERRIBLE illness."
I quickly covered my mouth, but Bridgette wasn't angry. "Oh really? You are.........um......" she uttered back.
Suddenly, I remembered an insult I'd read in a book. "Well, hellooo? You just proved it. Your head is SO empty that if I shone a torch in your ear, your eyes would light up."
"Fine then, anyone can join Tiffany. As if," Bridgette smirked the same horrible smirk she had in the playground. But this smirk fell down into gaping silence.
"I'm joining her," Mindy said bravely.
"I am too," Clarissa piped in.
"Fine then," Bridgette said, even though she was lost for words. I could see the sly light in her smashing. "Go catch cancer or something."
You see, when it's RE, we have tasks because we don't have religions in the list. And they are always math tasks. Bridgette ALWAYS copies from Clarissa.
"Okay then," I smirked. "But remember to study. RE is in half an hour."

Goodbye Chippy

I took you in your brand new cage, gleaming white and new.
You ran inside the cage,
Feeling excited and blue.

I checked on you and saw you,
Your stomach sore and hurt,
I put you in a box,
Lined with soft fur.

I fed you daily, made you happy,
But I acted too late.
Goodbye Chippy,
May you close your eyes and let god decide your fate.

By Anya

NEWS BULLETIN : SAD

Chippy died. Yep. It was a few minutes before lunchtime, and I checked on him. He was in his tunnel, and he had an upset stomach. I think normally it would have been harmless, but he was a baby. I checked after lunch, and he was dead. I poke him with a pencil (the soft end, of course) and he didn't move. His heart didn't beat, and he wasn't a Syrian hamster, so he wasn't hibernating. Plus, he was squealing. After that, he was silent.
May you rest in peace, Chippy.