There's no time

It had been 3 years since Jacob Stone had been reported missing. It came as a shock to those who knew him best, as he was quite happy for the average 13 year old. I'm Daisy Thomas and I'm gonna tell you what actually happened to the him.

Daisy, Daniel and Christopher are mourning at their friend's funeral. But then a sinister figure emerges from the shadows of their small town. After many strange events, Daisy and her friends are soon swept up into a mystery that no one could even begin to imagine. It's not long before they realise that the clock is ticking, and for something's, there's no time...




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3. Part 1 - Chapter 3

We were attending Jacob's funeral on the 20th of April 2018. There wasn't the stereotypical rain and grey skies that you see in movies like James Bond or Harry Potter. The sun was shining brightly on the grounds of the local church. I'd offered to set up for Jacob's mum. She had five other children, Jacob being the youngest by 6 years. His death seemed to be the end of the world for her. When he first went missing, she wouldn't stop crying. Now her face was sallow and tired, she barely talked and I hadn't seen her smile in years.

At school we'd already held a service led by the Reverend Booker (Christopher's mum) in memory of Jacob. Every member of the school, teachers and students, were standing on the field with there heads bowed. Most of the girls cheeks were stained with their smudged mascara. I'm not surprised at myself, I didn't cry at school. Then again, I don't cry. Crying indicates weakness. I'm not weak. And if I am, I don't want to show it, especially at school or in front of my friends.

When I arrived 3 hours before the funeral to help out, Christopher was already there. He was sitting next to Vanessa (Jacob's mum) comforting her. She was nodding and sniffing. He smiled and waved at me. Waving back, I mouthed to him asking how she was. He answered with a rock of his hands that showed she could be better but wasn't too bad. I smiled back and gave him a thumbs up. He was wearing a dark suit with an ironed grey shirt underneath. It suited him. (No pun intended)

Then I felt a familiar hand on my lower back, I turned round and looked up into Daniels beautiful grey eyes. He wore an identical suit to Chris. The only difference being that his shirt was slightly crumpled. He also had a strong dislike of doing his top button up, he made a chocking motion when someone told him to do it up. We stood there for a couple of seconds before he held me closer. While we hugged my throat caught. No, I wasn't going to cry, I didn't cry. I never had. Elley had told me so.

"Let it out Daisy" he said "I know you don't want to, but you need to," holding me at my elbows he looked me up and down. "Wow," he looked surprised "you look nice."

He had good reason to be surprised. I was wearing a black dress. A dress. Daisy Thomas didn't wear dresses. I actually quite liked it. It had a black top with a dark tartan skirt with a belt round the middle. 

"Thanks" I said slightly embarrassed.

"No, I mean it, you only ever wear shorts or jeans," he said vigorously. It was true. Christopher sauntered over.

"Christopher, am I right or am I wrong," glancing over at me he continued "doesn't she look amazing?"

Christopher blushed, " you want my personal opinion, then yes I agree."

Daniel gave me a triumphant grin and said "told you so" while raising an eyebrow. I mirrored his expression and told him I hadn't said he was wrong.

                             *

We were all set up when people started arriving. Members of Jacob's family had prepared an eulogy. All the traditional stuff: he was a lovely person, always willing to help. I could just see see Jacob watching us right now from his angelic perch swinging his long legs back and forth. This isn't what he would have wanted. He'd be stuffing his fist in his mouth or doubled over with the effort not to laugh.

Soon it was my turn. Jacob's family wanted a message from his closest friends. Dan, Chris and I had prepared something for the funeral, however we'd/they'd agreed that I should present it. As I got up I told myself that I shouldn't be nervous as I knew everyone in the hall. When I got up to the stage I looked around. I was wrong. I recognised all but one person.

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