My name is Jack Harold,and I am sixteen years old. Recently I have discovered something, something that will make you scream, what really happens here in England.
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JournalOne
Pt 1
Chapter 1 (Jack)
Rosie and I walked out of the candy store, it was cold that day so we picked up hot chocolate-and some candy just for fun-then started walking home.
"I cant believe i just wasted five pounds on four, raw chocolate candy bars, that was all the money i had, and this stuff is disgusting!"
"Well", Rosie said, "Its your own fault, I told you not to buy them." The cobbled road shined in the dead of winter so harsh, and yet so delicately crafted. The streets of Boston were lined with brick buildings and rich people. The neighborhood that Rosie and I lived in was small, but we had learned to love it. We lived in a house together after our parents died. We're not siblings, but are parents- or so we are told- were close friends. After they died Rosie and I became somewhat sibling like, we're always looking out for eachother. When I walked inside the house, Ron- our butler- was cooking dinner.
"Ah master Jack, I expected you to be home earlier, did you get distracted?" Ron was good with asking questions, and he always figures out when I'm stressed. Rosie and I walked inside. I sat to put my coat down.
"Hi Ron, making dinner I see". He turned and looked in my hand.
"Where are the radishes I told you to pick up?", he said firmly. I looked down then at my coat and ran outside. Rosie followed. We were about to get on the markets street when we heard a scream in the alleyway. We walked over and instantly regretted it. A kid, around sixteen, laid there on the street. A stake was driven through his head, blood seeped out, the person was still blinking. Rosie gasped.
"Oh my god, Jack what, who would." I looked at the guys face and stared in shock.
"Is that..... Kylie's brother?"