"Jason, it's for you!" called Mrs Davis from downstairs. Jason opened
an eye. He groaned. Mrs Davis walked up the stairs with the cordless
telephone in her hand. Jason opened the other eye. Mrs Davis opened
Jason's bedroom, only to find him lying on the floor in a heap. She
looked up, and rolled her eyes at Jason's blue curtains, closed.
Jason had fallen out of bed, and was lying on the floor, on top of his
"Come on, get up!" Mrs Davis was stood above Jason like a giant. She
reached down and handed him the phone. Jason took the phone from his
mother, and, still half asleep, put it to his ear.
"Dude, you have to come out today!" It was David, Jason's best friend.
He seemed really excited about something.
"What's so special about today? Aren't we having a band practise?"
Jason was in a band with David, and another one of his friends, Jim.
Jim didn't go to their school, but David and Jim were friends at
primary school and had kept in touch. In their band, Jason played the
drums, David played guitar, and Jim played bass guitar and sang. They
were hopeless, but they had big plans and ambitions. They had a
practise every Saturday in Jason's garage, where his drum kit was
"No, go to Tesco," Jason found this a little bit odd.
"Why Tesco?" he asked, completely surprised.
""We need to buy some milk for Jim's mum!" replied David. "It's a
special mission! Hurry up!"
Jason thought he heard laughter in the background, but he realised
that he was still half asleep and assumed that he had dreamed it. He
After arguing about David having woken...
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...the songs they had learned, until they
had them almost perfect. Jason was especially pleased, and once again,
F.O.S. was the priority.
School wasn't nearly so bad that week, as Jason's mind was completely
off the subject that had plagued him since its occurrence. He didn't
even notice that David wasn't at school all week. When he realised, he
was instantly worried, but shrugged it off. After all, what had David
done to redeem himself? Nothing, thought Jason.
When he got home on Friday, Jason was in one of the best moods that he
had ever been in. His life seemed to be running smoothly, his band was
getting increasingly better during the course of the weeks they had
been in existence. Then he saw the local newspaper open on the table.
It had a picture of David on it:
"Local Teenager Dead From Alcohol Poisoning"
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