The Shortcut

Part 1

You know, the creepy one. It's been said that it has been haunted for almost a thousand years. On the 24th of December 2014, I found out the truth about the graveyard. I was at Molly's house. That's where the problem began.

"Molly!" I shrieked. She had just hit frighteningly cold snowball at my face. I had never been lucky with snowball fight so I think at this point it was time stop. As we clambered into her house, red- cheeked and worn-out, Molly's mum brought us hot chocolate. ( Yes, I know that this detail is not very necessary but it was some good hot chocolate. Like better than Starbucks- good). It was exactly what I needed after a day out in the cold.

I had been out all day in the cold! What time is it? I quickly gazed up at the clock that was hanging on the wall. It read: 5:48.I promised that I would be back home by 5:45 to help get ready for the Christmas party. Mum wasn't even sure if I should have gone to Molly's but I had persisted. She definitely wouldn't be letting me go back any time soon.

Frantically, I said some fast goodbyes, all whilst gulping down the last of my steaming hot chocolate; burning my tongue in the process. 

I calculated in my head that it would take around 15 minutes to get home by running. It started to dawn on me that I would never been off the hook this time. It was bad. I need to get back as quickly as possible which didn't running. ( What? I have CantBeBothereditis. Or in other words, C.B.B.  It's a condition all teenagers face. Google it, granddad).