The Enigma of Miss Wright
By Léonie Tustin, aged 10
One winter’s day James F. Richman sat in his father’s mansion dreaming when…THUMPCRASHBANG. Wait I haven’t said, James is an only child who lives with his billionaire parents.
The next thing James knew he was lying on a cold, dark floor. He looked up and saw a small boy wearing the latest designer clothes, you could tell he had been crying. Behind him were shiny black blocks, fitted together to make a wall. “Where am I?” he whispered.
“I’m Henry, I-I think we’ve been kidnapped.” At that moment a tall woman wearing a striking red dress came in. “Do you like the note?” she asked.
Dear parents, I will return your children to you when and if you pay me £50000.
She left the room as James turned to Henry, “What do you know about this woman?”
“What you have just told me is a complete and utter lie, tell me the truth and we might both live.”
“A-all I know is s-she’s called Miss Wright.”
James is a spoilt and lonely child but he is extremely good at detecting lies, it now seemed all those episodes of police documentaries had paid off. He knew that the security was high, but what would you do in his situation? A strange woman has kidnapped you. Back to the story:
“Why did you lie to me?”
“B-because you are going to try and escape, w-why cant we just wait?” At that moment a thought popped into his head, if he could get Miss Wright distracted he could slip out behind her. “Henry, I need you to do something.”
“MISSWRIGHTMISSWRIGHT!” Henry shrieked.
“I-I think I have malaria, check my eyes.”
“Come here, you vile stick insect.”
James slipped out, his heart pounding, he had escaped.
James would grow up to be a brilliant policeman.