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Hi, my name is Allan
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| Created: 2008-03-29 20:39:58 |
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Allan drifted down roads unfamiliar to Jamie and the twins. He twisted through dark allays and busy streets. He avoided the shoppers as though he was on auto-pilot. They followed him through the streets and tried their best to blend in with the shoppers. Whenever Allan looked as though he was about to glance their way they hid behind people, bins, signs and even a traffic light pole that made their activities look painfully obvious. Alex followed slightly behind Jamie and Brian whilst keeping an eye out for street names and trying his best to memorise them so they wouldn't get lost on the way back.
Allan stood at a crossing, waiting for the light to change so that he could cross the road with the rest of the shoppers. The three others hid behind the family of larg.er louts that was situated behind Allan. Allan still looked down at his shoelaces. The light changed and the family crossed over to the other side of the road. Allan stayed still for a moment then noticed that the light has changed and began to cross the road. He didn't see the on-coming vehicle that sped straight towards him neither did he see his Jamie reaching out to him in an attempt to drag him back on to the pavement and Brian that held Jamie back. The light had changed back and the empty road was now occupied. The surprised driver slammed on the brakes and managed an unsteady swerve in an attempt to avoid him. Allan looked up at the sound of tyre skids. The driver rolled down his window. His face was big and red. His eyes were small and his eye brows creased inwards which left ripples of wrinkles on his bold head.
"Hey Kid! What do you think you are dong?!" Allan's mouth shook slightly as a tremor of fear tingled through his face. He began to turn away and run straight across the road. The driver decided on his defeat and rolled back up the window. He began to reverse so that he could straighten his car but Jamie and the twins bolted across the road before he had a chance to drive away. They raced through shoppers and left a string of curses and insults in their wake.
"We'll never... be able to...to catch up now!," Alex gasped between breaths. Jamie knew he was right but the accident made him even more determined to find out what secret Allan was hiding. He turned to Brian. Brian was obviously going slower in order to make sure the other two keep up. He was the fastest runner in the team."
"Brian," Brian turned to Jamie. "Catch up to Allan and we will follow you,"
"But -" Brian protested.
"Just go!," Jamie shouted, giving him a brief push forward. Brian began to ran faster, dodging through shoppers even more quickly than before and he was soon out of sight, along with Allan. Jamie and Alex followed.
Allan arrived breathless at his destination. A black iron sign in the shape of an arch and decorated with curls framed the words "Kingston Cemetery - 1944". He entered the graveyard, letting the gate fall behind him and then lent against one of the grave-stones to catch his breath. His eyes watered from the chilly winds that blew into his eyes whilst running and his nose began to feel cold. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes in an attempt to warm them.
Brian caught sight of Allan and hid behind an old oak tree. It's roots were caked in cement and there were drawings carved into it. He kept his distance. He wondered briefly why Allan would come to such a place and also wondered how he had got himself into this situation. Another football match would start on television in a couple of minutes and he would miss it. He could of been at home with a packet of crisps and a bottle of coke, enjoying himself. But he wasn't, he was, however, shadowing one of his friends.
He sighed. Allan had stood up straight and began to follow the foot-made path into the graveyard. He trailed trough gravestones as if he were a ghost. He knew his way around this place and Brian had great difficulty trying to follow him without Allan noticing. He had to stand on people's graves but apologized sincerely after. He then realised how silly that was and stopped talking to pieces of stone.
A woman came into view. She was kneeling at a grave, sobbing quietly. Her hair was a chestnut colour and came down to her shoulders. It was knotted and dirty. Her face was submerged in her hands and her black dress was full of grass and mud stains where she was kneeling on the grass.
Allan approached her cautiously. A look of anxiousness was upon his face.
"Mum?," Allan called out. "Mum?,". The woman did nothing, she failed to see his existence. Allan placed a hand upon her shoulder.
"Don't touch me! You filthy child," She snapped quietly. Allan removed his hand quickly. "You're late. Your brother was never late,"
"Sorry, mum," Allan apologized. He was close to tears but he wouldn't let them escape.
"Don't call me that! You don't have the right!" Allan looked up suddenly but pushed his head down again just as quickly. His mother hadn't moved. She hadn't even looked at him. Allan hid in the shadow of his hair. His mouth was a line. That was when the bullet came. "Why can't God have taken you instead?! Why did it have to be my precious, precious little boy?," The woman stood up and swept her bag off the ground and into her arms. She was much taller than Allan and her features were sharp. They gave her the look of someone who was crazed, mad. She measured herself up against Allen and looked down upon him. There was a loud noise.
The woman had lifted her arm and had slapped Allan straight across the face. Allan didn't face straight ahead but stayed still in the position that the woman's hand had left him. The world went still. Then it began to unwind slowly as the woman left. Her high heels crunched upon the dry mud. Her eyes closed and her nose up in the air.
Allan had fallen to his knees. Small drops of pearly-coloured liquid fell from his eyes. They were tears.
Brian flipped around so that his back was against the gravestone he was hiding against. He saw his chest rise and fall and only noticed how quickly his breathing had become.
The world was enveloped in silence again. The shadows were growing longer and the sinking sun seemed less glorious than before but more pitiful and tragic. |
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