Unfortunately, the morning of Charlie Chong's birthday was depressingly grey and dull. No cars moved a crossed the frail, rickety road. No citizens paved their way through the troublemaking teens. In a colourless scheme of sadness and loneliness, there lay a sweaty, weak Ms. Sally Chong. The doctor, Wang Kher, stood next to her. He squeezed her hand tightly.
"Doctor. Kher!" Ching called, her eyes stinging with tears.
"It's okay, Ms. Chong!" He exclaimed, a small grin on his face. "The baby is almost here!"
With a scream of pain, a small whining sound erupted across the room.
"Charlie." Sally said, as he gazed wearily upon her son. She then turned her head, closing her eyes softly to Wang Kher's surprise. The door burst open, out came Michael Rosen.
Holding a knife.
Michael Rosen stabbed Wang Kher, and took Charlie.
And then we realised that this book is just what Callum would write. There is absolutely no pacing.
