Disaster Prone

Chapter 1

It has been seven years. Seven years since my life took a turn. A turn for the worse.

September 17th, 2018, 9:25PM. It was just me, my parents, and my twin sister in our four-by-four Range Rover driving peacefully through the night, listening to "Midnights" by Taylor Swift on repeat (I am so unbelievably sick of this woman's music by now). I had been wearing that seasons Arsenal kit, having been an avid supporter most of my life, my dad in an expensive suit with diamond buttons, my mum in a breathtakingly beautiful emerald green dress, and my sister with a simplistic jumper and denim jeans.

We had been driving for 3 hours and we were headed towards Wales, where we had a small but relatively okay caravan. I was mid-argument with my dad over last nights football match, when we were all startled by a sudden bang. The car immediately halted to a stop, causing me to almost fly out of my seat, only protected by my seat-belt. We all sat shell-shocked for approximately 30 seconds, before my dad broke the deafening silence.

"Nobody move. I'll check to see if the car's okay." He unfastened his seat-belt, hopped out the car, and inspected his gorgeous car. "A tire's popped. Bare with me whilst I replace it. Like I already said, do *not* move."

His threatening instructions were then followed by yet another loud noise, this time it was quite clear what was going on.

Someone was shooting at us. And that someone has now murdered my dad.