dilligaf
12-04-2005, 01:14 PM
I'm writing a "Choose Your Own Adventure Story" for Extension 2 english (4unit) and this is the first page.
Just wondering what you geeks would do...
The air is thick. You can see your breath slowly rising into the mist. The sound of the cascading feature fills you with calm, normally reserved for after a bomb explodes. Looking at the time you realise the job interview starts in twenty minutes, banks can’t wait forever to be robbed. Not much of a chance in getting there on time, but its still worth a shot. As you stuff your balaclava into your pocket and holster your Glock you realise time is of the essence and scoot out the door. The door slams behind you. “Bugger!” The alarm isn’t on. A screech of tyres breaks your calm. You live in a safe area with no crime reported in the last few years. You keep telling yourself that, even though your neighbours have smoked windows from the last arson attack. The squeal of tyres again pierces your ears, with gunfire thundering behind it. Turning your key you again hear the tyres, this time a lot closer. You see a magenta vehicle in the distance, as it approaches the crest, adjacent to your house; the WRX loses control and wraps itself around a power pole. The drivers head continues down the street gathering momentum as the slope intensifies. You hear a whimper. “Help…Help…Please help me.” You sprint to the wreckage. Your heart skips a beat. The victim bears an uncanny resemblance to you except they have deep lacerations on their necks and a few minor abrasions on their arms. They look you squarely in the eye, “Please help me.” You look down the street just as the drivers head comes to a halt, one hundred metres away. You hear sirens in the distance creeping up on you. Something isn’t right. Everything looks safe, sounds safe and smells……wait, no it doesn’t. The stench of petrol hits you.
Do you help the criminal out of the car
or
Head to the bank job?
Just wondering what you geeks would do...
The air is thick. You can see your breath slowly rising into the mist. The sound of the cascading feature fills you with calm, normally reserved for after a bomb explodes. Looking at the time you realise the job interview starts in twenty minutes, banks can’t wait forever to be robbed. Not much of a chance in getting there on time, but its still worth a shot. As you stuff your balaclava into your pocket and holster your Glock you realise time is of the essence and scoot out the door. The door slams behind you. “Bugger!” The alarm isn’t on. A screech of tyres breaks your calm. You live in a safe area with no crime reported in the last few years. You keep telling yourself that, even though your neighbours have smoked windows from the last arson attack. The squeal of tyres again pierces your ears, with gunfire thundering behind it. Turning your key you again hear the tyres, this time a lot closer. You see a magenta vehicle in the distance, as it approaches the crest, adjacent to your house; the WRX loses control and wraps itself around a power pole. The drivers head continues down the street gathering momentum as the slope intensifies. You hear a whimper. “Help…Help…Please help me.” You sprint to the wreckage. Your heart skips a beat. The victim bears an uncanny resemblance to you except they have deep lacerations on their necks and a few minor abrasions on their arms. They look you squarely in the eye, “Please help me.” You look down the street just as the drivers head comes to a halt, one hundred metres away. You hear sirens in the distance creeping up on you. Something isn’t right. Everything looks safe, sounds safe and smells……wait, no it doesn’t. The stench of petrol hits you.
Do you help the criminal out of the car
or
Head to the bank job?