Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice “What's the matter” a girl asked a ragged boy. “Nothing” the brown red-eyed boy answered. “Where's your good behaviour? it's not very polite to lie, I'm sure Santa heard that. Now do you want my help, or not?” the girl tryed again. “ I do” the boy said. “My name is Lucinda Wellington Jones, what's yours? ”she asked. ”Jason Lee Coast” he said, and looked up. She was
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smiling and she had a tiny pixy on her shirt. The train stopped and a ticket collector came in. Jason whispered to Lucinda that he had got to get out off the train, because the man who came in could be very cruel. ”Who told you that?” Lucinda asked. ”Mum” Jason said. “Well it's okay as long as you're with me” she assured. The ticket collector came towards them and Jason closed his eyes, waiting for something bad to happen.
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Jason heard the cruel man ask Lucinda to see her ticket and then Lucinda said “my stepbrother is under six years old”. The train stopped again and almost every body hurried out. “Why are you in the train and where's your m other?” Lucinda asked. “My mother said that I was old enough to take care of my self. So my mother sat me on the train and said that if there came any of the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe in Santa. But if you do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7” Jason said “Would you like to buy some christmaspresents with me?” Lucinda asked. “I don't know -maybe some of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not supposed to go with strangers” Jason said. “Well, only you can decide if I'm a stranger” Lucinda said very tempting. “My feets hurt” Jason complained. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you with. It wasn't supposed to take so long -I swear” Lucinda excused. “Well I should have got enough presents now, I have almost spent all my pocketmoney in just one day! I better go home now.” “Can I come?” Jason asked. Lucinda said that he could, but only for a peace of bread. Outside the door Lucinda stopped. “Bzzz -be quiet” Lucinda whispered. “We have discussed this many times before, and I still don't think we have the money to adopt yet!” “Oh come on! soon Lucie will be a grownup and before we look around we are too old.” Licinda's parents were arguing. Lucinda held Jason for his ears so he couldn't hear. Lucinda opened the backdoor and asked Jason in. “ Well if you will excuse me! I have some laundry to do!” “Who is that!? Lucie!” “Mum!! you scared me! This is Jason. He's homeless and he's just getting a peace of bread. ”Lucinda defended. “Lucinda! we need to talk, Jason you can make yourself some food, -but if you steel anything I will be very mad at you” Lucindas's mother said and walked into the livingroom. Lucinda's mother said she wasn't proud of what Lucinda had done but the timing was perfect and if Jason behaved nicely he could stay a couple of days. Lucinda went out to the scullery to tell Jason the good news. When Jason was put to bed lucinda's parents told her about their discussion. They said that they had thought about adopting, and had both thought it was a good idea, but that there was a lot of disagreement about wether they had the money or not. Two days later Jason was about to say goodbye, when they told him the pleasant news. It didn't take Long before Jason became a part of the family. The years went by fast and the nuclearfamily were Jason very grateful. He was just what the doctor would have ordered for them. The family asked the government for an exemption for adoption so Jason could be their son. The government gave them an exemption so maybe others would follow adopting homeless children. Jason's name was now Jason Lee Coat wellington Jones. Ten years later something terrible, something unexpected, and something lucky happens. Jason's biologically mother had won the lottery. “Sherlock's, -private detective agency. How can I help you?” “My name is June Lee Coast. I would like you to find my son Jason Lee Coast.” “Okay if You would please Give me your address and phonenumber, describe him And give me his social security number, and is there a special maximum amount that You would like to stay below?” “My address is 28b sct. Antonio street and it's London. Well, he's 17 years old now, has temperament, is negro and has curly hair and his number is 2206786587. And I just want you to find him.” “We'll see what we can do, have a nice day.” “Dot dot dot dot dot.” “Was that a job!!?” “Sure was, -make an effort!” “I'll try!” The detective hacked in on the file that contained UK's inhabitants secret informations just to check that he wasn't in prison. The detective thought to himself that he must have been adopted because he had changed his name. “Hmmm wellington Jones, -in London.” The detective looked in the phonebook. “yep!” He took some of the fault Charity lottery tickets, Took on his coat, and was on his way. The detective looked at the letter box, it said “and Jason L. C. Wellington Jones.” “knock knock.” “Yes, what can I do for you?” Jason asked. The ticket salesman looked at Jason and asked how old he was. “17 -why” “Well I think you earn your own money, can you spear a little for charity or are you to stingy?” the salesman asked. “Don't you talk to me that way!” Jason said and slammed the door in the salesman's face. As the detective went to his office he thought, “ well he was 17 years old, negro, curly hair and surdently had temperament.” When he got to his office, he walk straight to the phone and called Mrs Coast. “Coast, hello!” “Yes we have found your son.” “So soon? I'm impressed!” “Well it didn't take very long, but it caused me a lot of trouble and a great deal of money, it will be 950 pounds. But I'm willing to say 750 if you would give us a recommendation. When will you be able to pay -we prefer them in cash.” “I'll drop bye in half an hour.” Half an hour later there came a tramp into “ Sherlock's” and called her