3 October 2012
Body beach 9
The helicopter glided up in the cloudy, grey sky. A horrible day! I thought to myself. I looked below to see the crashing, unknown, dark sea, a mystery waiting to be discovered. We were in the helicopter for perhaps half an hour as it went at an unbelievable speed. I looked down to see France, we were circling back around to land in the pad. I shivered to myself, what eighteen year had ever experienced something like this? Detective Winslow gave me a wink to let me know everything is ok. We jumped off and hurried off towards the black four by four waiting patiently. I wrapped my tab coat tighter around me with its cut little fur hood. The car raced onto the road. We are not far away now, maybe we will discover the truth. Detective Winslow's walkie talkie started making a noise again, I really don't know how they understand what they are saying. All u could make out was 'same beach' and 'girl'. I looked at detective Winslow, "What is it?" I asked suspiciously. "Another body has been found on the same beach, with the near enough the same wounds as Fiona." He said as his face went a pasty colour. I could also feel the colour fin my far drain. Something is seriously going wrong. "Who?" I asked concerned. "Bridget Jackson." He said showing a face as if to suss whether I know her or not. I do. Bridget is basically the school bitch. Big boobs, skinny stomach and shoulder length blonde hair with a personality so cruel everybody moved out the way when she arrived. "I know her." I said bowing my head, not wanting to know about all the deaths. "Here we are." Said the detective opening the door and helping me out.
Body Beach 9 • Opuss № I