"What's the
matter" a girl asked a ragged boy. "Nothing" the brown red-eyed
boy answered. "Where's your good behaviour? it's not very polite to lie,
I'm sure Santa heard that. Now do you want my help, or not?" the girl
tryed again. "I do" the boy said. "My name is Lucinda Wellington
Jones, what's yours? "she asked. "Jason Lee Coast" he said, and
looked up. She was smiling and she had a tiny pixy on her shirt. The train
stopped and a ticket collector came in. Jason whispered to Lucinda that
he had
got to get out off the train, because the man who came in could be very cruel.
"Who told you that?" Lucinda asked. "Mum" Jason said.
"Well it's okay as long as you're with me" she assured. The ticket
collector came towards them and Jason closed his eyes, waiting for something
bad to happen. Jason heard the cruel man ask Lucinda to see her ticket and then
Lucinda said "my stepbrother is under six years old". The train
stopped again and almost every body hurried out. "Why are you in the train
and where's your mother?" Lucinda asked. "My mother said that I was
old enough to take care of my self. So my mother sat me on the train and said
that if there came any of the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe
in Santa. But if you do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7" Jason said
"Would you like to buy some christmaspresents with me?" Lucinda asked. "I don't
know -maybe some of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not
supposed to go with strangers" Jason said. "Well, only you can decide
if I'm a stranger" Lucinda said very tempting.
"My feets hurt" Jason
complained. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you with. It wasn't
supposed to take so long -I swear" Lucinda excused. "Well I should
have got enough presents now, I have almost spent all my pocketmoney in just
one day! I better go home now."
"Can I come?" Jason asked. Lucinda said that he could, but only for a
peace of bread.
Outside the door Lucinda stopped. "Bzzz
-be quiet" Lucinda whispered. "We have discussed this many
times before, and I still don't think we have the money to adopt yet!"
"Oh come on! soon Lucie will be a grownup and before we look around we are
too old." Licinda's parents were arguing. Lucinda held Jason for his ears
so he couldn't hear. Lucinda opened the backdoor and asked Jason in. "Well
if you will excuse me! I have some laundry to do!"
"Who is that!? Lucie!"
"Mum!! you scared me! This is Jason. He's homeless and he's just getting a
peace of bread. "Lucinda defended. "Lucinda! we need to talk, Jason
you can make yourself some food, -but if you steel anything I will be very mad
at you" Lucindas's mother said and walked into the livingroom. Lucinda's
mother said she wasn't proud of what Lucinda had done but the timing was perfect
and if Jason behaved nicely he could stay a couple of days. Lucinda went out to
the scullery to tell Jason the good news.
When Jason was put to bed lucinda's
parents told her about their discussion. They said that they had thought about
adopting, and had both thought it was a good idea, but that there was a lot of
disagreement about wether they had the money or not.
Two days later Jason was about to say
goodbye, when they told him the pleasant news. It didn't take Long before Jason
became a part of the family. The years went by fast and the nuclearfamily were
Jason very grateful. He was just what the doctor would have ordered for them.
The family asked the government for an exemption for adoption so Jason could be
their son. The government gave them an exemption so maybe others would follow
adopting homeless children. Jason's name was now Jason Lee Coat wellington
Jones.
Ten years later something terrible,
something unexpected, and something lucky happens.
Jason's biologically mother had won the
lottery. "Sherlock's, -private
detective agency. How can I help you?" "My name is June Lee Coast. I
would like you to find my son Jason Lee Coast." "Okay if You would
please Give me your address and phonenumber, describe him And give me his
social security number, and is there a special maximum amount that You would
like to stay below?" "My address is 28b sct. Antonio street and it's
London. Well, he's 17 years old now, has temperament, is negro and has curly
hair and his number is 2206786587. And I just want you to find him."
"We'll see what we can do, have a nice day." "Dot dot dot dot
dot." "Was that a job!!?" "Sure was, -make an effort!"
"I'll try!" The detective hacked in on the file that contained UK's
inhabitants secret informations just to check that he wasn't in prison. The
detective thought to himself that he must have been adopted because he had
changed his name. "Hmmm wellington Jones, -in London." The detective
looked in the phonebook. "yep!" He took some of the fault Charity
lottery tickets, Took on his coat, and was on his way.
The detective looked at the letter box, it
said "and Jason L. C. Wellington Jones." "knock knock."
"Yes, what can I do for you?" Jason asked. The ticket salesman looked at Jason and asked how old he was. "17
-why" "Well I think you earn your own money, can you spear a little
for charity or are you to stingy?" the salesman asked. "Don't you
talk to me that way!" Jason said and slammed the door in the salesman's
face. As the detective went to his office he thought, "well he was 17
years old, negro, curly hair and surdently had temperament." When he got
to his office, he walk straight to the phone and called Mrs Coast. "Coast,
hello!" "Yes we have found your son." "So soon? I'm
impressed!" "Well it didn't take very long, but it caused me a lot of
trouble and a great deal of money, it will be 950 pounds. But I'm willing to
say 750 if you would give us a recommendation. When will you be able to pay -we
prefer them in cash." "I'll drop bye in half an hour." Half an
hour later there came a tramp into "Sherlock's" and called her self
June. She said that she had got the 750 pounds and that she wanted the
information about her son." "The secretary looked up at her and asked
for her full name. "June Lee Coast." The secretary checked in her
book, received the money and showed her into The detective's office. The
detective told her that she couldn't tell anybody were she had got the
informations from. June Promised at got the information. Next day she went to
the address she'd got from the agency.
Very unexpected Lucinda thought that Jason
had stolen her parents from her and over the years Jason had begun hating his
mother for just leaving him in the train. Abandoning him. Denying all her
responsibility. Hating her for what she had done to him. He couldn't help
thinking what could had happened to him if Lucinda had not been so caring.
"Diiing" Jason opened the door
and asked what he could help with. "Jason!!" June cryed. But then she
saw that Jason didn't seam happy at all. He looked like he was going to brush
over, -and he was furious. Then he said mostly to himself "don't ever come
back." A letter managed to come inside before the door was slammed in so
June maybe could have lost her fingers. It said: "Dear Jason, I'm sorry
for what I did. I hope so dearly that You can open your heart for me that I
didn't have. My address is, "28b sct. Antonio street -London. For the rest
of the day Jason was upset, he kept thinking how to be sure that he would never
come near her again. He could only find one effective solution.
He stated thinking about how all the notorious had been caught.
Fingerprint, hair, blood, not leaving the murder weapon, and leaving an
eyevidneses. And then he started planning the murder. It had to be perfect,
cause he wouldn't spend most off his life in jail. He thought about which
method to do it in.
1:
Call her and ask her to set a meeting at a restaurant
2:
Tell family that I've been asked out off June -going to tell her never
to contact me again
3: Get: plastic gloves, old dirty ragged
clothes, knife in supermarket, nylons, and a bottle of petrol
4:
Find deserted alley on the way to a restaurant
A:
Walk to the alley
B:
Assault her, leave knife, take her purse
C:
Burn gloves and clothes and Junes money, throw purse in container
D:
Get to restaurant, wait for an hour
E:
Go home, say that I'm relieved because I didn't have to mead her
And so he did! Diiing! Diiing! "Lee
Coast's hello." "Yes I'd like to talk to June" Jason said making
his voice deeper. "June, hello." "It's Jason, I'd like to meet
you a little more prepared than last. I would like to set the meading at a
restaurant." "I am so happy I was afraid that you hated me for what I
did to you. I mean something really bad could have happened to you out there. I
cant believe I just denied all my responsibility as a mother." "Well
I forgave long time ago." "NOT" Jason thought to himself.
"Well it's up to you I'll just rearrange my plans." "How about
Friday evening?" "Okey, are you picking me up?" "Can't we
meet at Kingston str. at the corner to the alley at 8 o'clock sharp?"
"Fine with me, see you!" June hang up in gladness but it was something
quite different with Jason.
Friday noon Jason prepared himself for the
confrontation with June. He had got the clothes, the knife, the nylons to put
over his head and the gloves. He had told the family what they should know. Now
he was on his way to find a place where he could burn the stuff without being
suspicious looking. When he found a good place, he hid the bottle with petrol.
Then he walked to the alley in Kingston str. and hid the knife and the clothes
in a plasticbag behind a big container. On his way home he couldn't help seeing
all the christmasfinery. In every single shop window there was atleast tree
pixies, it reminded him off the day where lucinda helped him. It all had
started out at home because they couldn't afford the Christmas. All the prices
had raised and always uninspectet. Jason thought that everybody had to be
happy, accept him. When he got home he took a shower and changed clothes. His
parents and Lucinda had gone out to buy christmaspresents. He thought about how
he would do it. He would change clothes and wait. When she arrived he would
drag her with him, and then do the murder. Jason was afraid that he would not
be able to hold back his rage and try to slice her and then be cought. His
clock biped. It was time. He took his jacket on, tied his shoes and were on his
way. Without telling Jason, Lucinda had been in his room and looking on his
notices for the murder. She had called the police and told them that there was
going to be a murder in the alley in Kingston str. 8 o'clock sharp.
Jason undressed himself and changed
clothes. 7:58. He was positive that everything was going well, he had no idea
off what was going to happen. Then a tramp came into the alley with something
under her jacket. Jason took the nylons off his head and asked her what she was
doing. At first she wouldn't answer but then she said that she was waiting for
her son. Jason walked calm over to her with the knife behind his back. And
whispered, "How could you do such a thing to me?" The knife sliced
the air and there was a shot. In same second a police car turned into the
alley. Two people fell over each other and few seconds after there was a big
pool of blod. One of the policemen rushed out of the car the other one called
an ambulance.
At the funeral there was talked about
Jason like he was a "Wellington Jones" and Lucinda felt very guilty,
she knew she could have avoided Jason's death.
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