Hope - His Name Was George Hi guys, from now on I am naming my chapters. This one is called 'his name was George' hope you enjoy ) I should probably tell you about George. The boy I killed. He was tall, with dark brown hair. Shaggy hair, usually greasey. Probably a nit or two living in there. He was a bit of a stirrer. Constantly touchy. But he was incredibly mysterious, full of secrets, some he told Joy (But never me) and some he kept to himself , I guess now we will never know. I have to run away. Anywhere. A different country. But how? I remember years ago, I was given a letter by Joy she told me to never open it, unless I needed to escape. Then, I thought it was a ridiculous scheme. But maybe it means more? Could it help me!!? With quivering hands I open the letter. It reads: Dear my precious sister Hope, I love you with all my heart, and if you are reading this I am probably dead, or at least not with you. (A tear rolled down my face) Look under my mattress in my bed. Under there is £100,000. You probably won't believe me, it sounds ridiculous I know! But see for yourself. I have collected this money through my #life. Nobody is closer to me than myself, not even you ; and there are things you don't know, secrets. Deep, dark secrets. Take this money and run. Don't stop until you are satisfied. Don't ever look back . I love you, Joy xx Ha! What's she on about stupid girl. Probably some stupid prank! But I can't help but look. Under her mattress. And sure enough. There's a big box marked 'PRIVATE' I open it and there it is. £100,000 And a note which reads: Ha! I told you so! Goodbye, joy xx Now all I have to do, is run....