NaNoWriMo: Day 3

Today, I also wrote a prologue to the story too and I started uploading it to wattpad to. If you want to read it over on there and add it to your shelf click here and you'll be taken there.
Prologue
One shot and mayhem broke loose. 
We were eating lunch in the canteen and suddenly he took out a gun.
Scream and crying as another shot and then another. 
I stood motionless, not sure what to do. Emma tried pulling me to a near-by door, to escape but I can’t move. My eyes lock with my brother’s. He’s trying to help a group of little year 7’s, doing his job, but we both see the gunman go towards him.
I yell at him and run towards him. My friends try to stop me, but I can’t. I jump over bodies, determined to help him. Make it up to him. 
He falls. The shot rings out through the canteen and I stop. 
“I’m sorry” I say to my brother. 
“I know” He says quietly before he shuts his eyes and doesn’t re-open them.  
The gunman turns round, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Your family has caused me nothing but grief” He says emotionlessly before he points the gun at me. Someone pulls me just as he shoots but the bullet still hits me in my left side. 
A burning pain and then blackness.


The next bit is carrying on from what I wrote yesterday. I hope you all like it :)
Saturday 10th September

9am

I survived my first three days back. In truth, I may’ve overreacted slightly with Jack. He isn’t that bad, but don’t let him know I said that; I don’t want him to get big headed. 

Groggily, I walk downstairs into the kitchen to be greeted by…a family breakfast? Sitting round he kitchen table is mum, dad, Ryan and Jack. We don’t have these gatherings often since my brothers don’t live here anymore but when we do, they normally end in an argument. 

“Great bed hair Rach” Jack and Ryan say simultaneously, laughing their heads off. 

“Why’s Jackass here?” I grumble, sitting next to mom who hands me a full English breakfast or, as I like to call it, heart attack on a plate. I’m not complaining though cause it is delicious. 

“I invited Jack over because, now that he lives so close, I thought we could spend more time as a family and Ryan’s going back to Manchester tomorrow so I thought that we could spend the weekend together” I shrug. What harm could spending a few hours together really do together? I hadn’t planned to do anything with my friends anyways; they’re all working this weekend. 

We eat our breakfast, discussing what we’re going to do for ‘family time’. Maybe a film or going out for a meal, a trip a tourist attraction. Nope, we choose IKEA. That sums my family up to a tee. What’s more fun than furniture shopping for Jack and Ryan; I bet I won’t even be able to stay and have meatballs in the café which is always the best part of going. 

We pile into dads Land Rover, me squished between my two brothers. No joke, I’m literally squished. They’re both pretty big; not fat but broad and muscular so they take up a lot of space. I’m not big therefore don’t need as much space but ya know…personal space guys. 

“Cheer up Rachel, don’t you just love spending time with your big bros” Ryan heavily wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“Of course she does” Jack copies Ryan so I have two heavy arms on me. See what I’ve had to put up with for 17 years! “Who wouldn’t want to spend time with us?”

It’s a half hour ride to IKEA. Someone send help…NOW! 

11:45am 

Currently I’m standing watching my two brothers’ act like 6 year olds running about the bed department and throwing themselves on them. 

“I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to do that” I sigh, leaning on the trolley whilst mom and dad look at light fittings, completely oblivious to what their two grown up sons are doing. 

“Who called the fun police” Jack laughs, walking over the trolley. 

“You are 23” I remind him because I’m certain he forgets that. 

“Hi Rachel, Mr Linton” We turn around and see Lucas, a boy in the year below us, standing there. Brilliant, the school weirdo. I don’t know what it is but there is something about him which makes me feel at complete unease when I’m around him. He’s not much taller than me and he has short dark hair and always wears a t-shirt with a shirt over the top and a bomber jacket on top of that. It’s his eyes though, they’re small and sly looking. It did prove my point though; Jack has to realize that his students do come to places like IKEA and he can’t be seen running around like a little kid. 

“Hey Lucas” He both say.

“Fancy seeing you all here, weird right” 

“Yeah, real weird” It isn’t though, if you think about it. People go to IKEA all the time ya know. Why do I get the feeling he’s followed us here or something. No, I’m just being paranoid now. 

“Well, we have to go and find our brother now so we’ll see you later” Jack says and we both turn around, quickly walking down the aisle to go and find Ryan who was looking at chairs with our parents. “That kid is weird. I teach him and no joke, he just sits in the corner by himself and knows way too much about mass murderers” It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one who thinks he’s weird, especially when a teacher says it (even if that teacher is my brother). 
We find Ryan in a James Bond-esque chair. He spins around, stroking an imaginary cat. 

“I’ve been expecting you Mr Bond” He says and I can’t help but burst out laughing at this ridicule. 

“What are we going to do when you’re back at uni?” I laugh, genuinely worried of how I’ll cope with just me, mum, dad and Jack. To be fair, Jack and I haven’t ripped each other’s throats out yet but that’s most likely because Ryan has been entertaining us to make sure we don’t. 

“Drown in a pit of misery and hate until Christmas, if you two can be together that long without killing each other” He chuckles in amusement as we go and find mom and dad who have disappeared. 

“We aren’t kids anymore, I’m pretty sure we’ll be okay” Jake says matter of factly, taking the trolley out of my hands. Seriously? Trolley pushing has been my job since I was big enough to push it. Bitch, no one takes my trolley. 

“Speak for yourself” I shove him lightly, reclaiming my trolley. Ryan rolls his eyes in a ‘see what I mean’ manner but the two of us ignore him. 

"Really, we’re playing that game” He asks, literally snatching the trolley out of my hands. My god! He really can be an annoying so and so. 
“I ain’t playing any game” I try taking it off him but our parents come out of nowhere giving us the disapproving look. 

“Act your ages instead of your shoe size” My dad says, taking the trolley off us and carrying on through the store. It isn’t my fault he’s raised a son incapable of acting in a respectable way towards his little sister. Jeez dad, don’t blame me. 

1pm

Nandos. The greatest Mexican chicken restaurant. End of. I was right when I said I wouldn’t be allowed to eat in IKEA; my dad’s predictable that way. But he did let us have a family vote on where we would eat and who in their right mind would pass on the opportunity to eat chicken? No one, that’s who. 


“Why must you choose a restaurant where I have to stand up and queue?  I’d rather pay more and me served by a waiter” She rambles on in the front of the car. She’s never happy with our choices of restaurant but I don’t really care today. I’m too hungry. Seriously, my stomach is making the most peculiar noises which my brothers keep sniggering at.