Ella McKenzie and the Secret Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the story of Ella McKenzie and the danger she faces when she gets involoved in her father's world of espionage.

Submitted: February 07, 2009

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Ella McKenzie was sitting in an emptied room, which was piled high with boxes, watching the news.
“Hello, you’re watching the 6 o’clock news,” said the newsreader in an official tone of voice. “We start tonight, with some breaking news; we have just received news from a source in Paris, of what police are calling a suspected terrorist attack on a petrol station in the centre of Paris.”
“Not another one,” said Ella in a bored sort of voice, rolling her eyes, “What is the world coming to?”
“We will of course update you as the situation develops.”
Putting down her cup heavily upon the table and getting up with a sigh, Ella left the room. Walking into the bare hallway, which once used to be filled with pictures of memorable family holidays and special occasions. Climbing the stairs to the second level in the house, Ella felt a feeling of concern for the world as this had been the third attack upon the globe in three months. Listening for her parents, to tell them about the breaking news. She went into her parents room, it was empty, walking out onto the landing again, Ella heard her mother in the loft, sorting out objects that had to be packed for the move to London. She then went into Thomas’s room, her five year old brother, who was playing on his road mat with two cars, a monster figurine and a tower block made out of Lego.
“Hi Tom,” said Ella walking into his football pasted bedroom, “Do you know were dad is?”
“He’s in his special room” said Thomas, who was now making the monster figurine eat one of the cars. Walking once again onto the landing, Ella made her way towards her father’s “special room,” which was his study; she had only ever been in the room twice, in all the fifteen years that she had lived. The first time, she had been three and exploring the house and had wandered in while her father was working at his desk, he had just smiled and escorted her into her own room. The second time however, she had been nine and had walked in without knocking, her father had been sitting at his laptop with his hands over his face, he had then looked up and reacted like a raging bull and demanded that Ella go away immediately.
Now that she was older and wiser, Ella knocked on the door and waited patiently for him to answer. He however, didn’t answer so Ella repeated her actions, and yet again there was still no answer. Automatically, Ella grabbed the handle and twisted it to the right. Upon entering the room, she could see that it was also nearly emptied, with only a desk in the centre of the room, shelves, on which stood at least ten folders which, Ella gathered, were full of important papers to do with court cases and a book case full of ancient looking books and even more folders. Looking around the well-kept and pristine room, Ella could understand why her father never let her into this room. The reason was that Ella wasn’t the most tidiest teenager on the planet and certainly not the most organized, so it is understandable that her father would not let her come into the room. Casting her eye over to the desk again, Ella noticed her father’s briefcase open on top of it. Walking over for a closer inspection, she saw a picture of a man on an official looking document. Bernard Forchenski, what a name thought Ella, he was probably one of her father’s clients, who was going though a sticky divorce or something. Just then, the book case opened, and Ella’s father appeared from behind it. As he emerged, he spotted Ella with her back towards him and swiftly and silently closed the bookcase.
“Ella, what are you doing?” he said. Ella jumped and spun around quickly.
“Nothing, dad who was that a picture of?” Her father, who was now busy sorting out the papers in his briefcase, didn’t answer for a moment. Snapping the briefcase clasp firmly shut, he straightened up and replied “Nothing, its no-one important, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Now is there anything you need to tell me?”
“No.” Said Ella, she had completely forgotten about the explosion in Paris.
 
Three weeks has past since the petrol station blast in Paris, and somehow the McKenzie family had managed to settle into a noisier, bigger city then the one they had left.
“Looking forward to starting a new school Ella?” asked her mother as they got into the car.
“Not really,” said Ella “I actually feel sick with nerves.” Driving towards her new school, Ella was sitting in the passenger seat looking straight ahead, in a kind of trance.
“Well, I must say I prefer this uniform to the other one, you look much smarter.” Said her mother trying to make conversation.
“Yeah,” said Ella even though this wasn’t true, she had preferred her old uniform. This one seemed too plain and dull to be a school uniform. The car pulled up outside the tall affluent looking building that was Highcliffe High School.
“Have fun, and try to make friends!” Shouted her mother as Ella slammed the car door shut. Ella watched her mother drive away, until the car was nothing more then a speck on the horizon, and then started walking timidly towards the gates of the school.
“Listen up please class,” said Mrs. Bagley, “Say hello to Ella, and make her feel welcome!”
Ella, who was standing at the front of the class with her new form tutor by her side, felt very embarrassed and could feel the heat rise in her face. However, as she sat down in a corner of the room, people began to make her feel at ease.
“Louise, would you be able to take care of Ella over the next few days?” said Mrs. Bagley in a sweet tone.
“Yes, Miss of course.” said Louise smiling and sitting next to Ella. By the end of the day, Ella realized that her first day at Highcliffe High hadn’t been as bad as she had first anticipated and felt as though she was beginning to form a close friendship with Louise.
A month had past and Ella had a small circle of close friends that she spent her lunch times with. The group included Ben Jones, Louise’s twin brother, Louise and Ben’s friend Tim Spencer. Ella liked all of her friends but she did think that Tim was a bit of a nerd as he was always on the computer, talking about “computer programming” with his online friend “BlueBanana.”
One lunchtime as Ella, Louise and Tim sat in the canteen talking about their lessons that they had had before lunch, Ben came bounding in and slumped into a chair next to Ella, with a face like a wet weekend.
What’s up, bro?” said Louise who was trying to fit as many grapes into her mouth as possible.
Mr. Forchenski! That’s what’s up! He shouted at me for getting an A and not an A* in my coursework!”
As her brain was registering Ben’s words, Ella realized that the name Forchenski meant something.
“What?!” said Ella in shock.
“He shouted at me because I didn’t get an A* in my coursework!”
“Yeah! I know that!” Ella replied, “I mean who was the teacher?”
“Mr. Forchenski!? You know the chemistry teacher. Why you ask? Ben said with a puzzled expression upon his face.
“Oh, it’s just that I’ve heard that name before but I can’t think of were I’ve heard it.”
“You’ve probably heard Ben and his friends in top set moaning about him before,” said Louise wisely, “There’s nowhere else you could have heard his name.”
Bernard Forchenski sat back in his chair and thought to himself, “I should really be doing my marking. But at this moment I have more important things on my mind.” He didn’t enjoy being a teacher, but at this present time it was the perfect cover. The news from a few weeks ago hadn’t been good at all for him. The bomb blast in Paris was publicized as being a terrorist attack, but he knew the real story. That bomb had been destined for London and a target that he had not yet decided on. His main priority however, was to somehow get his hands on another bomb, and quickly. Suddenly, his mobile phone rang; Forchenski answered the call and spoke to the mysterious person on the other end. Within seconds of ending the call, his face split into a wide, evil grin. It was ready.
 
The bell rang, “Don’t forget to stay in touch!” Shouted Louise and Ben over their shoulders as they walked down the street.
“We’re only breaking up for a week!” Ella shouted back as she stood with Tim waiting for her father to pick her up.
“What are you doing over the holidays?” asked Tim
“Homework!” laughed Ella, “Why what are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m going to upgrade the programmes on my laptop.” Said Tim, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Tim, I forgot to ask you early, if it’s no trouble would you be able to come over and sort my computer out? It‘s just it crashed a few days ago and hasn‘t been working since” Ella asked as her father pulled up in the car.
“Yeah, sure!” said Tim as Ella climbed into the car, “Just give me a call.”
On the following Wednesday, Tim came around to sort out Ella’s computer, while her parents and brother were out.
“Thanks for coming around!” said Ella gratefully.
“No problem, I would have been bored anyway, because I’ve upgraded my laptop.”
Ella sat and watched in amazement as Tim sorted out her computer.
“I’ve got so much homework from school it’s unreal!” wined Ella, still watching Tim. “I mean, how am I supposed to do five pieces of coursework in a week?”
“Yeah, it’s as if the teachers don’t want you to have a social life!” said Tim, “But it’s Ben I feel sorry for, he’s got loads of homework from Mr. Forchenski.”
And suddenly, it clicked, Ella had remembered were she had heard his name. Just then Ella jumped up from her seat which startled Tim and made him spill his orange juice.
“Ella, I’m so…” Tim began but Ella cut across him, shouting as she took the stairs two at a time, “Don’t worry about it! Follow me!”
Quickly, Tim followed Ella up the stairs with a look of bewilderment upon his face. When he reached the second level of the house, he saw Ella waiting next to a door with a worried look on her face.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“I’m not meant to go into this room, I know I’m not, but I need to.” Ella told Tim in a whisper even though there was no-one in the house apart from the two of them.
“Why? Why do you need to go into the room?”
Ella told Tim everything about the breaking news story and the official looking document that she had seen in her father’s study.
“And you think it’s Forchenski on the document?”
“Tim, I don’t think, I know, I can remember because Forchenski is hardly a name you can forget easily!”
“So what are you going to do?” asked Tim
“I need to look at the document properly, so come on.” Ella said reaching for the handle.
Upon entering the room with Tim right behind her, she saw that the study was of a similar layout to the one in her old house.
“Right,” said Ella walking over to the desk in the centre of the room, “If we search two places at once we will find it twice as fast, so you can start over there looking through the folders and I’ll start looking though the drawers in the desk.”
Looking through the folders and drawers, they found nothing that looked like the document; instead all the papers were information about clients and cases.
“Oh, it’s got to be here somewhere!” Said Ella closing the drawers and sitting back in the chair. “Let’s try the bookcase.”
Both Ella and Tim started picking books at random, flicking hastily through the pages. Book after book, page after page, and still nothing. Ella placed a small red book back into its slot and picked up a heavy leather-bound book. Suddenly, the bookcase seemed to come away from the wall. Tim and Ella slowly stood back with their mouths wide open. This couldn’t be happening, bookcases didn’t move. The bookcase slid to reveal a hidden room filled with weird looking equipment and yet more folders.
“Oh, cool, it’s like the Tardis! Exclaimed Tim
“Shut up!” Said Ella nudging him, “I never knew about this!”
Slowly walking into the vault like room, Ella had to shield her eyes because the Ultra Violet lights were so strong.
“Tim, stop acting stupid and get searching, my parents will be home soon.” Ella said as she bent down and began to look through the pile of folders. They started to search the chrome room frantically, when all of a sudden, Tim said, “Is this the document Ella?” Ella turned to face Tim. That was it, that was the official document that she had seen on that night of the bomb report.
“Yeah! It is!” said Ella overjoyed, “Tim your fantastic! Where did you find it?”
“Over there in that drawer” said Tim pointing over at the desk, his face a little red, probably because the UV lights were so strong. Ella and Tim stood silently in the middle of the chrome room, reading the document, every now and then gasping at the shocking secrets that it was revealing. Reading through the document Ella and Tim discover that Forchenski is thought to be planning a bombing campaign in the capital. It then hit Ella that her father must be a spy because why would a lawyer have information about spies in a hidden room?
“He’s a spy!” said Tim in disbelief.
“I know, I can’t believe it either, phone Ben and Louise and tell them about Forchenski, they need to know!” Ella said in a surprisingly calm voice.
As Tim spoke to Ben and Louise, Ella was putting objects back in their correct places so that it looked as if no-one had stepped foot inside the room. After a quick look around to check everything was how they had found it, Ella put the leather-bound book back in its slot and the bookcase slid back into the wall. At first, Ben and Louise didn’t believe Tim, but then he told them about the secret room at Ella’s house and the things in her father’s file on Forchenski.
Two days after the holidays and Ella’s retelling of her and Tim’s findings, the friends decided to try and get a closer look at Forchenski’s classroom to see if they could find anymore proof of what he might be planning.
“We need to get him out of his classroom” said Louise
“But how?” said Tim
“We could set of the fire alarm.” said Ben
“Good idea!” agreed Louise
“But then we would have to go outside as well!” said Ella, “It would look a bit weird if everyone was heading for the exits and we were sneaking back into the school!”
“I could get in touch with ‘BlueBanana’” said Tim
“Who’s he?” asked Ben
“He’s someone who I talk to over the net, he knows loads of stuff.”
After all agreeing that “BlueBanana” might be able to help, Tim sat down on the grass in the grounds with his laptop balanced on his knees.
“How will he be able to help us Tim?” asked Ella, sitting beside him, the sun reflecting on her long brown hair.
“Well, like I said he knows a lot of stuff.” Tim said, pushing his glasses up to sit on his nose.
“He’s probably been talking to Piers Brosnan because the guy sounds like James Bond!” said Ben fighting back the temptation not to laugh. Eating their lunch on the grass, Ella, Louise and Ben waited and watched Tim typing quickly to “BlueBanana.”
“Right, he’s agreed to help us, he just wants to know what he needs to do.” Said Tim, looking up from the computer screen, shielding his eyes from the sun to stare at the other three.
“We need him to create a diversion to get Forchenski out of his room.” Said Louise
“Yeah, tell him to call the school and ask for Forchenski because he has to speak to him about something urgent.” Said Ella.
“He could say that Forchenski’s dog is dead!” Said Ben, who was going to say something else but saw the look of disgust on the girls faces and thought better of it.
“He’ll think of something.” Said Tim, again with his head down, typing at a high-speed.
BlueBanana had arranged to phone Highcliffe High the following day at lunchtime. So Ella, Louise, Tim and Ben spent their lunchtime hanging around outside Forchenski’s classroom, waiting for him to emerge.
“You do realize, that if a teacher comes past, we’ll be asked to go outside.” Said Louise, tucking into her egg mayonnaise salad.
“Well, we can say we’re waiting for someone!” Ben said, leaning on the wall, and looking down at his sister. After finishing their lunch, they waited for what seemed like an age, until they heard the sound of a radio from inside Forchenski’s room.
“Urgent telephone call for Mr. B. Forchenski, please take the call in the staffroom.” Said the kind voice of the receptionist.
“Yes! About time Blue!” Said Tim in a whisper.
“Quick, lets move, otherwise if he sees us, he’ll lock the door!” Said Ella, getting up. They moved behind the lockers, Ella and Ben behind one and Louise and Tim behind the other. Mr. Forchenski, opened his classroom door and strode down the corridor, Ben pulled Ella closer to him so that she wouldn’t be seen. Poking his head around the locker, Tim signaled to Ben and Ella, they then moved out and headed for the door.
“You two keep a lookout for Forchenski, or any other teacher for that matter.” Ella said to Tim and Louise.
“Okay, we’ll try and hold them up by talking, so if you hear us talking, try and get out or hide.” Said Louise with a worried look on her face.
With his hand on the handle, Ben turned it and entered the classroom. The room was of a medium size with row upon row of test tubes and test tube racks on one side of the room. In front of all the work tops was the desk made of Mahogany.
“We don’t know how long we have, so start checking over there!” Said Ben as he made his way over to cupboards on the right side of the room. Ella began to look through the cupboards on the opposite side of the room, were she could see nothing that looked like a folder containing papers of a bombing campaign, instead she only found flasks of different chemicals and mixtures.
“Nothing down here Ben, just chemicals” said Ella closing the cupboard doors.
“Right, look through the drawers while I carry on looking in here.”
Looking through the drawers, Ella couldn’t see anything that you wouldn’t normally expect to find in a teacher’s desk.
“Nothing in here either,” said Ella closing the drawer and getting up with a sigh, “Where ever it is he’s got it well hidden! That‘s if it‘s in here!”
“You need to believe that it,” Said Ben in a comical voice, which made Ella laugh.
She helped Ben flick through folders. Ella was about to give up hope and had almost come to the conclusion that there was nothing incriminating there, when all of a sudden she heard…
“Yes! You little beauty!” Ben had found a document screwed up in the bin. Rushing over, Ella felt an immense sense of relief, joining Ben; they both read the document, silently and quickly.
“Mr Jones, Miss McKenzie, how lovely to see you in my classroom without permission.” Said the evil voice of Mr Forchenski. Looking up to see Forchenski standing in the doorway, with a total look of shock upon her face, Ella looked at Ben.
“And why would you two be inside on a beautiful summer’s day like this?” Said Forchenski walking over to them.
“Erm… I was looking for my coursework, sir.” Ben replied thickly and with a slight stutter.
“Oh really, well that doesn’t look like your coursework does it?”
“We’re on to you!” Said Ella finding her voice, however shaky it may have sounded, “We know you’re planning to bomb the London Eye!”
“Oh you do, do you? Well you are clever aren’t you?” Forchenski said in a voice hardly above a whisper, walking ever more closely to the teenagers.
Just then, Ben snatched the rest of the document out of Ella’s grip.
“Your not going to get this back, we’re going to hand it into the police!” Said Ben, folding the document and putting it in his pocket.
“Oh, are you?” Forchenski said, his temper rising even through he was only speaking in a whisper, “And how, Mr Jones can two teenagers stop my plans going into action?” Forchenski had a crazed look in his eye when he said this which made Ben and Ella begin to worry about what he was going to do next.
“I don’t know how we’re going to inform them, but we’ll let the police know somehow!” Shouted Ben, who could feel Ella shaking in fear.
“Oh we’ll see about that!” Said Forchenski with a twisted smile upon his face, as he launched forward to grab them. Ella screamed as Forchenski covered her mouth with his hand. Ben could see Louise and Tim looking through the glass in the door, about to come in. Ben gave them both a look that said, “Don’t you dare come in, we can handle it.” Forchenski then grabbed Ben and pushed him out of the fire exit that was next to the cupboards on the left side of the room.
“If you dare talk, you can say your goodbyes!” Said Forchenski, bundling Ella and Ben in the back of the black Audi. Looking out of the black-tinted rear window, Ben saw Louise, who was close to tears, standing in the doorway, while Tim was frantically typing on his laptop in the background, probably asking BlueBanana for urgent advice.
After driving for half an hour, Forchenski stopped the car abruptly in front of a gigantic round wheel, The London Eye. The crazed teacher pushed the hostages towards the revolving wheel and into a room that looked like a ticket booth. However, instead of friendly staff inside, there were men with covered faces.
“These two found the plans,” Forchenski said pushing Ben and Ella so hard that they fell to their knees, “Make sure they don’t escape, while I go and make preparations.”
The men with covered faces dragged Ben and Ella into a trashed back room, which was littered with smashed glass, papers and a turned over table and tied them to a pipe in the corner of the room.
“You can’t do this!” Shouted Ella, struggling to free herself from the pipe. Just then the masked man hit her so hard that it left a red mark across her pale face.
“Shut up! And don’t you think about it boy!” The man said to Ben as he became red in the face with anger. As the man left the room, he shut the door and turned the keys in the lock, he had locked the door. Ben looked forward, the walls were stone grey and cold, with only a small window for light, which was very high up and close to the ceiling. Ben could feel Ella shaking as her sobs echoed around the room.
“We’re not going to get out of here are we?” Ella said in between sobs.
“Yes we will, you’re just like Louise, once we got locked in a cupboard…” Ben stopped speaking as he could tell by Ella’s continuous weeping that it wasn’t helping. Ben wriggled to find Ella’s hand, he held it and squeezed it tight.
“Listen Ella, we will get out of here, we will get back to school and we will send Forchenski down for this, I promise.”
 
Meanwhile, BlueBanana had contacted his boss, head of B.I.S (British Intelligence Service) and informed him of a possible imminent bomb attack somewhere in London, and also that two school children have been kidnapped by the suspect. His boss was now starting to coordinate all the agencies and put all the police and rescue services in the city on immediate stand by. BlueBanana also strongly advised placing a trace on the telephone number 09437621043 as soon as possible, because it belongs to one of the children.
 
Ben and Ella had been in the room for some time now and their eyes had become used to the lack of light. The room was now silent as Ben’s words had calmed Ella and she had stopped crying. They now sat in semi- darkness staring at the wall. Casting his eye over the floor, Ben noticed a piece of broken glass lying near Ella’s finger.
“Ella pass that piece of glass, please.”
“Where is it?” Ella asked
“Next to your finger.”
“What are you doing?” Said Ella, wriggling her whole body, trying to pass the piece of glass to Ben.
“If I can cut the rope with this, we can get away and tell the police.” Ben said as he began cutting the rope.
“Be careful; make sure you cut the rope and not yourself!” Said Ella with a worried smile on her face.
After what seemed like an hour, Ben breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ouch! My hands! How tight did they tie that rope?” Said Ben getting up and massaging his hands.
“Erm… I’m going to guess really tight so that we didn’t get away!” Said Ella looking up at Ben smiling slightly “Cut me free then!”
“No, I don’t think I will, see you later.” Said Ben with a smile turning to the door.
“Ben!” Laughed Ella as he pretended to walk out of the door.
“Oh all right!” He said kneeling down and beginning to cut Ella free.
As the rope became looser, Ella could feel the blood slowly beginning to flow once again into her hands. Ella was watching Ben, his face full of concentration, when a noise made her jump.
“Ouch!”
Ben had also jumped and cut Ella’s hand.
“Ella, I’m sorry!” He said as heat rose in his face but, Ella had her finger over her lips. Ben’s face changed from red to white in a matter of seconds, as he heard the noise too, the door was being unlocked. Frantically Ben continued to cut Ella free. When all of a sudden, the room filled with light.
“Oi! What are you doing?” grunted one of the masked men as Ben straightened up.
“Run Ben! Get help! Tell the police! Shouted Ella, wriggling to free herself.
Ben ran for the door, the man standing in his way moved to grab him, but dodging the man Ben ran as fast as his legs would carry him to get help.
 
BlueBanana was driving towards the centre of London, when he received a call from his boss; he pressed a button on the dashboard to answer the call.
“Yes sir, what’s wrong?” Banana said as he switched his right indicator on.
“Mac, that trace you wanted on that mobile, something come up,” Said Banana’s boss. “The signal is close to the London Eye.”
“I’m in the area now,” Said Blue, “I’ll go and have a look around.”
Looking out of his window screen, BlueBanana could see the revolving Eye, towering above the rest of the city. After driving for less than a half mile, BlueBanana pulled up in a nearby car park and crossed the road to be on the same side as the wheel. He started walking around the whole perimeter searching for clues that the suspect may have left when he brought the hostages here.
 
After running for what seemed like ten minutes, Ben felt exhausted but didn’t dare stop as Forchenski’s men had Ella and may have alerted their leader that he had escaped and would be looking for him. BANG!
“Wow! Watch were your going, will you? Why are you running so fast? Asked BlueBanana.
“I’m sorry mate, but I’ve got to get help! I need to tell the police!” Said Ben running past the man.
“Well, hang on, I work with the police so can I help? What’s wrong?” BlueBanana asked looking down at Ben.
“I’ve been kidnapped with a girl… I managed to get away… I was cutting her free and the door opened… She told me to get help…” Ben said holding his side, breathing heavily.
“OK, calm down and tell me again, slowly.” Blue said placing a reassuring hand onto Ben’s shoulder. Ben retold the series of events to the stranger that he had bumped into. However, Ben could somehow tell that he was someone he could trust.
“Oh right listen, you don’t have to inform the police, they already know, your friends at the school have told them and they are trying to catch Forchenski,” said BlueBanana as he had listened carefully to Ben, “Where is your other friend?”
“She’s back in the room in the box office, come on I’ll show you!” Ben stuttered as he began running again.
“What’s her name?” inquired Blue as he sprinted to keep up with Ben.
“Ella, Ella McKenzie.” Ben said breathlessly as he ran.
Banana ran faster to try and make sure that they rescued the girl in time. As they ran, they could hear the sound of sirens drawing closer. And sure enough as they got nearer to the box office, police cars pulled up and surrounded the miniature building.
“Mac, we decided to help with the searching because it’s a big task and very dangerous!” Said a thin haired man.
“Thanks boss, this is one of the hostages, he managed to get away.”
“Right, so there’s still another child…”
“ELLA!” Shouted Ben, over the top of the thin haired man. Ben had seen Ella’s pale, worried face looking from one of the pods with Forchenski holding a gun to her head.
“She’s in the pod… Forchenski’s got her… Quick!” Bellowed Ben watching the pod as it slowly moved.
All of a sudden, BlueBanana took off his jacket, threw it onto the grass and climbed on top of the box office. As he stood up, BlueBanana could see the look of horror on the people’s faces as the wheel continued to spin. Banana caught sight of the pod which held Ella and Forchenski, and with his mind in a surprisingly clear state, he ran and leapt off the roof. Hearing the gasp from the crowd that has gathered below, he managed to scramble inside the pod before the door closed.
“Dad!” Said Ella, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Be quite! Stupid girl!” Forchenski hissed, jerking Ella’s head back.
“Oh, I must say Philip that was some entrance…Very James Bond!” Forchenski sniggered, the crazed look reappearing in his eyes.
“Just let her go, what has she done to deserve this? Mr McKenzie said, moving around the pod.
“Don’t act like you don’t know Philip,” said Forchenski in a devious tone. “Your perfect daughter, or should I say imperfect daughter and her retched friends have been devising plans for people to call me unnecessarily and entice me out of my classroom so that they can snoop around and stumble across things that do not concern them.”
Ella winced as Forchenski adjusted his grip on the gun. On the ground, Ben felt helpless as all he could do was watch in horror as the events took place above him.
“I am fully aware of that, as is my team, because I am the one that made that hoax call to you a few hours ago. As we speak, the army bomb disposal squad are searching for the bomb; most likely, by this time they will have found it and are disarming it. So you might as well hand yourself in and spend the rest of your life in prison. I mean, it’s better then being on the run, isn’t it?” Mr McKenzie said with a faint smile.
Obviously enraged by this, Forchenski flung Ella onto the floor and stood up to face Philip McKenzie.
“I will never give myself up! I am not a coward!” Forchenski said in a angry whisper, raising the gun to point at Mr McKenzie’s head. BANG!
“DAD!” Screamed Ella from the floor, tears flowing like rivers down her face. Wind was gushing into the pod as the force of the bullet had smashed the window. Mr McKenzie, who had ducked just in time, seized the chance to catch Forchenski out. However, Forchenski was also smart and was once again pointing the gun at Philip’s head, he pulled the trigger. This time however, there wasn’t a bang or sound of shattering glass, Forchenski’s gun had jammed. Forchenski released his grip on the trigger and throw it hard at Mr McKenzie as they began to fight.
The wheel continued to spin slowly, it was now at its highest point, as the fight in the pod unfolded. Ella was huddled in a corner, with a look of dread upon her tear stained face as she watched her father and Mr Forchenski violently hitting each other. As the wind howled in the pod though the smashed window, Forchenski hit Ella’s father hard in the face, so hard that he fell to the floor with a thud. Tears began to roll once again down Ella’s face as her father wiped his nose, which was now bleeding, on his sleeve. Looking up from the floor, Philip saw Forchenski with a look of pure wickedness staring down at him. He began to lift himself up from the floor, when all of a sudden, Forchenski reacted like a bull that had just seen a red cloak and ran at Mr McKenzie. Ella screamed again as the men fought once more. Philip then punched Forchenski with so much force in the stomach that he stumbled against the shattered window as the pod rocked violently and fell from the very top of the Eye to his death.
With her hands over her mouth and a look of horror across her ghost white face, Ella ran to her father and they stood together in the middle of the pod in a tight embrace.
“It’s OK Ella, your safe now, everything’s going to be OK.” Said Mr McKenzie, stroking his daughter’s hair as she shook once again with weeping.
 
As the Eye finally came to a halt an hour later, Ella wasn’t sad to see the back of the pod as she stepped out onto solid ground to face ambulances and police cars. Two paramedics rushed over to check to see if Ella had any serious injuries, she didn’t want the fuss especially after that ordeal, she just wanted to be left alone with her thoughts. However, after bandaging the cuts on her hands and arms they left her alone. Walking around the many people and cars that were at the scene, Ella spotted a boy sitting on a bench, looking out over the Thames at Westminster. Ella started walking towards him. As she drew closer, he turned his head to look at her, it was Ben. Ella began to run as he stood up, smiling. Ben was almost knocked backwards as Ella flung her bandaged arms around him and hugged him.
“Thank you, thank you for getting help, for getting my dad!” Said Ella letting go of Ben so that he could now breathe again.
“It’s OK…Wait that guy was your dad? I didn’t know that I just bumped into him in the street and asked for help!” Said Ben looking shocked at the sudden news.
“Well you bumped into the right guy, didn’t you?” Laughed Ella
“Yeah! I’m just glad you’re OK” Said Ben
As Ben said these words, Ella’s smile widened and without thinking, she kissed him on the cheek. After, Ella looked down at the floor as she could feel her face going red.
“Ella, we need to go back to the school, your mother is there and Ben’s parents will be worried to death, school finished two hours ago.” Ella’s father said as he stood with the thin haired man. As they walked to the car, both Ella and Ben caught each other’s eye, smiling.
The car parked outside Highcliffe High School, Ella, Ben, Philip McKenzie and the thin haired man made their way though the gates and into the school. Ella hadn’t fully stepped inside the door when she was being pulled into a tight embrace by her mother.
“Thank Heavens your safe Ella; I was beginning to think the worst!” Her mother sobbed.
Ella looked over her mother’s shoulder and could see Louise cuddling her brother and also crying into his shoulder. As her mother released her, Ella was again taken into another hug, this time by her friends.
“You did it! Both of you! Said Louise drying her eyes on a tissue.
“You two helped, without you we wouldn’t have done it.” Replied Ella hugging her friend.
“It was mostly Tim, I didn’t really do anything!”
“Yeah, I did most of the typing, but you kept me calm because otherwise I would have hyperventilated!” Tim added, who had his inhaler in his hand.
“Well,” Said the headmaster, who was stood next to the thin haired man, “I shall make sure that all four of you are rewarded for helping to catch the culprit, of what would have been a terrible attack.”
 
A month had pasted since Forchenski fell to his death at the top of the London Eye, and Ella, Ben, Louise and Tim had become quite well known within the school and had been given special awards from both the school and B.I.S.
“So Tim, you really did speak to James Bond…Well Ella’s dad but he close enough!” Joked Ben as they sat in exactly the same spot they had done on the day that they asked BlueBanana to help them.
“Yeah, I know, I had no idea I was talking to a spy, I thought he was our age!”
“Shhh… don’t talk so loud, my dad said I could tell you three, not the whole of London.” Said Ella, looking over her shoulder.
“It’s a shame what happened to Forchenski, don’t you think, he seemed so kind at the beginning of the year.” Said Louise
“You obviously haven’t been taught by him!” Said Ben
“Or trapped in a pod with him were he’s held a gun to your head and almost killed your dad.” Said Ella looking at Louise, with raised eyebrows.
“But… I’ve got to admit Forchenski wasn’t that bad… he helped me get an A* in my coursework!” Said Ben smiling at the group, showing off his coursework.


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