The Bomb!! Part 1

Hiya guys! I’m back!!!

So, I was going through some of the papers in my room, trying to de-clutter. Naturally I came across an interesting piece of work. It was a story I had written. I'm not exactly what for, but according to the paper it was for homework. So I thought I might as well share it, but not just share it… share it then revamp it. I thought I could try something new, try and improve the story and see what you guys thought of it. I felt whats the point of keeping this story all to myself? Might as well share it with the world.

You guys can share your thoughts on what you think. How the story line can be improved and which version you prefer (when I post the new improved version). I’ll just ask that you’re not too harsh as I am just doing this for fun and the original was written in 2011, I wasn't even a teenager yet!

I hope you guys like it.

Ellah xx;)

Bomb scene

Shopping is my haven. My one and only haven. It’s the result to all of my emotions. If I’m sad, I go shopping. If I’m excited, I go shopping. It’s the one thing I’m really good at. I love the feeling that it gives me. I am able to enjoy myself in peace and quiet. No one can tell me that I’m shopping incorrectly. How would they know? Unless they are a shopaholic like me.

I walk towards Tiffany’s, I heard there is a great sale there. My personal shopper has most definitely put aside some of the greatest clothes and accessories for me. Maranda is just great. She’s been my personal shopper since I was 9. I loved shopping then and I still love it.

I walk in, stealing a glance into the mirrors circling the entrance to the shop. Maranda runs towards me with a smile echoing triumph. I know she’s got some great clothes put aside for me this time.

“Miss Force! What a pleasure it is to see you here…”

“Maranda, please. Just call me Bliss. I've known you far too long for you to be formal.” I held out my arms to her. We hugged and said our greetings. When I stepped back I noticed Maranda looking at me. It was like she just noticed who I was at that very moment.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked. Her face was slowly turning to a frown.

“Oh, it’s just you look so beautiful today. I always wonder how you…pull it of everyday!”

She quickly pasted a smile on her face. What has gotten into the noughts today? At Barney’s, all the staff looked at me with what looked like shame, written over their faces.

“Miss, come right this way,” Maranda ushered me towards the private room where all reserved clothes were kept for customers such as me.

The cashier stared at me the whole way. I remember I was wearing my Roberto Cavalli white blouse, which was practically transparent. Luckily I had my white vest top on. My bottom half wore the new Bad Girl Civilization jeans. I could have been going to the MTV Awards after party with what I was wearing. No wonder I was being stared at. I just passed the cashiers stares as jealousy. No nought could have what I’m wearing.

Maranda opened the door to what looked like an office door, to be greeted with, rakes upon rakes of clothing.

It was a shopper’s heaven. Tiffany’s had a calm modern theme going on. Persian cream carpets clothed the floor whilst Petite la Ronge wallpaper reflected the light, making the room bigger. I LOVE this place.

I was led to a corner where my personal shopper set aside all my clothes. “Here are your clothes Miss. Raddft Frenchman sent in the silk dress you ordered.”

Maranda started taking out a clothes bag. She opened it and held out a full length, dark evening dress. The neck was made of blue lace. I held out my hand. It was as soft as a rose petal.

“Thank you Maranda. You’re the best!” I exclaimed. I gave her a huge hug. She looked smug and uncomfortable when I let go. How you can show those two expressions at the same time, I just don’t know.

Maranda left me with the presence of just the clothes. Hangers upon hangers consisted of soft, luscious fabrics. I let my hand explore the neatly hung piles of clothes. What was I going to buy? I really do wonder.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the tiger shaped mirror hung on the wall. My figure was as flawless as it could be. Maybe I should treat myself a second time. I walked out of the private room, to bump into Maranda.

“Oh, sorry, I was just going to get a snack. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” I explained to Maranda.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one goes to see the private collections whilst you’re gone.”

I left Tiffany’s with a smile on my face.

***

As I walked towards Costa, I smiled to myself. Maranda was so nice. I could classify her as a friend. I should buy her a treat. Mmmmmmmmmmmm…

Beep, beep, beep. Why was that sound coming from the bin?... it must be my imagination.

The bin exploded. Screaming, I held my head to my knees as I was blasted away into oblivion. The blast was a ferocious wind slapping me out of its way.

***

My mind was blank. No, I was seeing stars. It must be a dream. I was at Tiffany’s then at Costa. I was in a shopping centre, enjoying my daily shopping spree. Then…

Who was I kidding, but myself. There was a bomb. I could feel my hands covering my eyes. Shielding my eyes. I was in pain. So much pain. My legs kept having spasms every 30 seconds. I was hurt.

Struggling, I took my hands away from my eyes to find my vision blurred with stars. Not more stars. I officially hated stars.

I finally, recognised my surroundings. I was 30 feet away from Costa’s entrance. The blast must have been big. I thought back to where I was last. I was in Costa, just on my way to the cashier to order my coffee latté. Then I heard the beeping.

Ow, my head hurt like hell. I felt a throbbing pain stretch across the right side of my head. I tried lifting my hand to where the pain was. My arm. My poor arm. Excruciating pain shot through my arm. I put my arm down. That was better.

I lay there, motionlessly for a long time, my body felt as if daggers had been thrown at me. If I laid there any longer I would never get help. If I did stay there, everyone would think that I was weak and couldn't look after myself. My mum and father thought I was weak. I wasn't. I would prove them wrong.

Trembling, I steadied myself on my hands and knees. A bolt of pain went through my arm again. I would have to stay on it. I wouldn't get anywhere if I stayed there. I looked down. Under my bloody hands, heaps upon heaps of shattered glass and rubble lay there. If I did not get out fast, I WOULD lose a lot of blood. Dying wasn't a part of my agenda today. I had to move. Crawling along the damages floors, I made my way towards the exit.

I heard a rumbling, I stopped. What was that? The floor started shaking. The ceiling landed on me. I couldn't bare the weight. I collapsed.

My body trembled with fear. I blacked out.

***

Emptiness surrounded me, was I dead or alive? My pain was fading away. I was fading away. My body was dying, I was dying. I couldn't be, I'm too young to die. My life couldn't end like this. It couldn't be.

My heart, beat emptiness through my body. My chest hurt like hell. I couldn't go on. My last breath left like a whisper, from a mother to a child…

***

I had a weird sensation, in my bones. Was I dead yet? Do you feel when you die?

I carefully opened my eyes to be greeted with a light, a bright light…