Heyy I've been working on a story

I haven't thought of a title yet....

Here is a Little info About Teh Story

Spoiler:
	Steve your normal teenager. He's 16. He thought he'd been through a rough time. Far From what he was about to experience As The Terrorist Bomb goes off, Steve is left alone, in the Center of London. How would he survive? He's All alone....

Here's the First 2 Chapters,

ONE

Steve was your average sixteen year old. He’d just about made it through the past few years and was pleased with himself. He was a nice lad, he was fairly popular at school, he was sensible, and never got into fights or trouble at school. He was tall, 6”3, and had short brown hair, he was fit and looked after himself. He lived in the heart of London in a two bed roomed house with his mum and dad, as he had done all his life. His mum and dad were both teachers. He lived in the 21st century, and was enjoying the start of the summer, 2005. He loved the summer holidays, and his mum and dad were off work too. He thought that he’d been through bad times, but, oh, he hadn’t seen nothing yet…

TWO

“Ok, I’ll see ya at 11 Tomorrow then” Steve hung up. It was the start of the summer holidays. He’d finished his GCSE’s, and was looking forward to 6 weeks of freedom. He’d been making plans to go out with his mates. He would be leaving on Saturday to go to Portugal for a holiday; he was looking forward to it immensely. He loved going abroad, especially to hot countries. He’d be living with his sister, who lived and worked there, she was 24. He literally couldn’t wait. He went to bed on the night of the 6th July, he was feeling happy, and he thought that he’d have a great summer holiday, but little did he know…Things were soon going to change…dramatically

THREE

“Steve…Get up” His mum was calling him. He looked at his clock and saw it was 10:30. Shoot He was meeting his friends in half an hour and he needed to have a shower, get dressed and grab something to eat.
“I and your dad are going to Mary’s house today; we should be back around 5”
Mary was Steve’s annoying Aunt. Once she got started. She couldn’t stop talking. He despised the lady. Glad I’m not going there
“Ok, I think I’ll be back around 3 anyway…” Said Steve.
He just finished his breakfast, and got up, grabbed some money and got out the house. He walked round to his mates’ house. It was a warm day, unsurprisingly for the middle of July. It took him about 5 Minutes to walk.
They were walking down Oxford Street, the busiest street in the world, and Steve had bought a hoodie from Niketown. He got it for £12, a bargain for that place; he thought he’d better be getting home soon. He said Bye to his Friends and went off. 34 Minutes later, he was at his house. He got his key out, unlocked the door, and tapped the code in the alarm. It was about 3:30PM and he started to watch TV for a bit. Little did he know, he should’ve been watching the news...
“Buy one get one free, only at Burger King” The TV Yelled.
Steve woke up. “How long have I been asleep for?” He wondered. He looked down at his watch, 6:43. Woahh, 3 hours!! Mum and Dad must be back
“MUUUUUUUUUUM” No Answer.
“DAAAAAAAAAAAD” Again no answer.
“Weird” He thought, “Not like them to be late” He wasn’t really that bothered. He’d give it until 7, then give a ring. He knew there were thousands of reasons for them to be late.
As 7o’clock came around Steve Picked up the house phone and tapped his Mums mobile number in, It rung 10 Times before her answer phone sounded. He decided to give his dad a ring, again, no answer. He had a bad feeling inside him, but managed to dismiss it, he went back to the T.V, not knowing that his mum and dad were both dead…

FOUR

“Breep, Breep” Shoot. It was 11AM. Steve Had fallen Asleep on his bed. Woahh, 11AM! I must of fell asleep… Wait… Mum and Dad…They didn’t get back, I’ll check now. He walked into his Mum and Dad’s Room. No-one. The Bed was exactly the same as last night. Crud. Steve went downstairs. He searched all the rooms. No-one. Exactly the same as he last saw it. He began to sweat. Arrgghhh. Think straight Steve. What on Earth am I going to do? I know, check the answer phone. He went to the phone. Dialed 1571, No messages. He decided to give Mary a Ring.
“Hello”
“Hello Mary, It’s Steve”
“Ohh Hello Steve”
“I’ve got something important to ask you”
“Go ahead”
Argghhh. So many questions to ask. “What time did my mum and dad leave your house?”
“Ohh…They Never came”
Crap “They told me they were coming to yours yesterday morning. I went out with my mates and when I came back they weren’t here. I haven’t seen or heard from them”
He was standing in the doorway of the living room. The news came on, and steve dropped the phone.
“The number 47 bus was bombed by a suicide bomber at 11:43 yesterday morning. Almost everyone on the bus was killed.
Oh…my..gosh. my mum and dad were killed by a suicide bomber.
Everything inside steve melted awayand the anger built up inside him. “ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” He lashed out at the cupboard and tipped it upside down. He went around the whole house wrecking it. Eventually all the anger disappeared and he lay on his bed and just cried and cried…
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