Secrets (book 1)

a normal day... or so I thought

“Ash, please come down you’re gonna hurt yourself.” my best friend Kate yelled up at me.
“No!” I shouted back down at her “I’m so close to reaching the frisbee.”
“We can just get a new frisbee” she suggested “...that blue one you liked so much.”
“I’m not giving up dads frisbee just because of a little tree.”
“That tree is not little!” she screamed “It’s more than fifty-three feet tall!”
        “GOT IT!” I triumphantly yelled just as my foot slipped a little. I was sent plummeting down to the branches below.
        “UMPH” I hit a branch below ten feet down.
        “I’m Okay.” I said wincing with every word the wind was knocked straight out of me. I climbed down to the ground after regaining my composure. For what seemed like forever I actually studied Kates face, She had blond hair that was just below shoulder length, dark green eyes, her face was roundish, her nose was smaller than you'd think, she had a ring of purple around her eye from the fight she had started with an older boy today in the courtyard, she won of course.
        “dude, your face looks messed up and your nose is bleeding.” Kate said intrigued
“Oh, I’ll be right back.” I said as I went to go get a kleenex.
In the bathroom I looked in the mirror, Kate had lied about my face being messed up I had the same bright blue eyes and long black hair, my roundish face was a little bruised, and my nose like Kate said, was bleeding really badly.
        then My mom ran in  “Ash Cole AxMen! WHAT DID YOU DO!” She Screamed “KATE TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED! WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING CLIMBING UP THAT TREE! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED AND I DEFINITELY DON’T NEED YOU TO END UP DEAD LIKE YOUR...your…”she sighed “like your father... Ash you know that you don’t go and climb trees that high. All I want is for you to be safe. You can't just go out and risk your life like that”
“But, dad’s frisbee got stuck in there” I said sadly


“I know but that still doesn't change anything.”
        It has been about ten years since my dad committed suicide. My mom says that at the time he was depressed and would talk about death, and I believe her because I was too young to remember how he was acting. But his friends all say that it wasn't like him, he was a extremely happy and optimistic guy. The detectives had really no clue the gun only had his fingerprints on it. altho the angle of the bullet would suggest a murder.
As you heard my name’s Ash. I’m 15 years old and I live in Bradford England. My best friend's name is Kate Bradford. And this is our story...