6.00am

Heres a short-ish book i wrote bout avril and deryck, hope u like it!It's about when they were young. In this, they are just friends.There are also other characters.

CHAPTER 1


It was 6.00am.


"Watch yourself!", Deryck called to Avril as she reached the highest point of the tree. "Shut up!!", she barked. "I'll be fine". From here, Avril could see everything- the tall, white buildings that, from here, looked like an old, rundown factory. "This better not take any longer than we planned", called Deryck from below. Avril didnt answer. Right now, at this moment, her concentration was paramount. It was scary from up there. She could see the crimson skyline off in the distance as the sun rose on a cold, winters day in mid-November. She slowly walked along the highest branch that was hanging over the fence of St. Lukes. "Nearly-....there", she called, in between the terrifying breezes that were shaking the tree. She managed to make it to the edge of the long, rickety branch, and dropped down into the bushes below. She was inside.


Deryck looked at his watch. It was going on 7.00am now. "Seriously", he whispered to Avril as she looked over the top of the dustbin. "QUIET! DO YOU-", she paused. "Do you want us to get caught?", she whispered, remembering where she was. "NOW!!", she said firmly. And while two brave, ignorant fifteen year olds tip-toed towards the main entrance of St. Lukes insane asylum, in a small town in east Ontario, the only guard on duty lit up his sixty-fourth cigarette of the night, unknowing to what was going on just seven feet away behind his back.


"Ok. We're in!", Avril said happily yet tentively to her best friend Deryck. "In and out in seventeen minutes as planned, ok?", he asked as they both attempted to override the asylums out-of-date security system. "Got it!", Avril screamed excitedly, forgetting her location once more. But, luckily, the only guard on duty, Hank, a father of four kids, was finishing off his last pack of cigarettes beside the very dustbin they had just hidden behind. As she pushed open gate 1A, both Deryck and her swallowed hard. Behind each of these white, spottless doors was a serial killer; a suicidal maniac; anything and everything these two teenagers could dream up of.


As the watch on the wrist of Hank Byrne, father of four struck 8.01am, Avril and Deryck had reached the quiet and dusty hallways of level 4C, a.k.a, the residence of the person for whom they were looking. Here, on this very floor, was the reason she had asked him, just one short week ago, for a very big favour. A favour which would mean that on the night of the 19th of November, 1994, two innocent fifteen year olds would have to prepare for one of the most memorable nights of thier lives.

Silence. Avril looked through the small, square piece of glass, and saw the very person she was here for. He was lying on the ground, counting the soft padded tiles on the celing, with his two hands cushioning his head. She tapped on the glass. A few seconds later, a mentally unstable man, with a gleaming bald head and a snow-white beard, turned around and looked through the only source of light he had. Looking back at him were two teenagers, one, skinny and short, the other, looking over her shoulder, towered over him, bore thick, blond hair. It was Avril and Deryck. And this old, lonely man was none other than Avril's father. Her REAL father.


"He recognises me!!", she said, hopping up and down on the spot. But there was no reply. She looked at Deryck. A cold shudder ran down her spine. His face was white, whiter than she had ever seen it before. He was shaking. "Avril", he said, shivering. "Look". He pointed to each and every other cell on the floor. In each and every other glass square stood another inmate. And another. And another. They looked angry. They started banging on the doors from the inside. Just one at first, but then more followed. Before long, all that could be heard from floor 4C of the asylum was loud banging. As it rung through their ears, Avril and Deryck looked at each other in shock, and mouthed: "The guard".

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ok! chapter 2!

It stopped. Suddenly, each and every inmate stopped dead. But as the ringing in Avril' and Deryck's ears wore away, they heard something else. Something quiet. Something distinct. And it was getting gradually louder. Hank, the only guard on duty that night, was doing his job. He was on his way to floor 4C. "Oh my god", screamed Avril blankly. "OH. SHIT.", replied Deryck. And while her long-lost father peered through the little square glass window of cell 346, the two cousins ran through the asylum as fast as they possibly could.


Before long, Hank reached floor 4C, with the but of his last cigarette hanging from his mouth. He walked tentively through the corridor, tazer gun in hand and eyes glued straight ahead. As he made his way through the corridor, he peered into each cell as he walked. Mr. Kennedy was lying on the ground, sucking his thumb. Mrs. Baker was standing against the opposite wall, soiling herself. And Mr. Hardson, the father of Avril Lavigne, was still standing directly in front of the little glass square, perplexed at what he had just seen. "Hmmmm...", Hank muttered, looking around in circles slowly. Before long, he decided it was nothing, and slowly made his way back down the many staircases, through the main corridor, and stubbed his cigarette on the cold, damp winter tarmac.


"Deryck? Are you alright??", called Avril. Nothing. "DERYCK!!", she screamed. "Yea?", he replied, just a few feet away, buried under a pile of dirty laundry. "Thank God". The two had made it to the highest and furthest point of the asylum: floor 7F. Things werent so white up here-the derelict cells accented the raw, disgusting smell of urine. "Ewww. This place is really disgusting", Avril complained, helping Deryck to his feet. "Well. Its been longer than seventeen minutes I think". "What do we do now?", he asked. "We go back", Avril replied bravely.

It was now 9.02am. At ten, the other asylum nurses, doctors and staff would arrive to relieve Hank of his shift, so he could return home to his loving family. His loving, caring family. Maura, the beautiful and brilliant housewife. Lewis, Paul and Jamie, the hilarious and crazy sons. And last, but certainly not least, Avril, the quirky and intelligent daughter. The Byrnes-what a family.

[:.britt.:]

Av and Deryck are cousins?
Havent read a fic with that, I like the change.
Keep going,sounds good

ty!

CHAPTER 3

Knowing that time was of the essence, the two ran half way across the asylum until they returned to floor 4C. "Wait", panted Deryck, after they arrived outside cell 346. "How the hell are we going to open this?", said Avril, completely ignoring him. "And what about...Those?". He pointed towards each off the surrounding cells again. But for some reason, no inmates filled the little windows. Then, Avril notcied the very thing they were looking for-a security lock. It was located to left of the door. She pulled out her PDA, and the two attempted to override the system once more. The lock opened, signified by a short beep. Deryck thanked his lucky stars that he was related to Avril as she slowly opened the cell door, and not some dumb bimbo.


At 9.45am, they left the asylum, with Avril's father by their side. There was no way they would be able to get out the same way they got in. "I guess we should have thought about this when you asked me last week", Deryck said knowingly, as the three slowly walked towards the very bush Avril had lept into. "I did", she replied, patronisingly.


It was 10.00am. The quiet, empty courtyard slowly began to fill with cars, ambulances and food deliveries. Before long, the lonely breeze was drowned out by the happy chatter between the many doctors and nurses walking towards the main doors. The three crouched down behind the bush further and futher the busier it got. "He doesnt seem very dangerous", Deryck whispered to Avril quietly, as her father looked around, obviously not having seen the outside world for an exremely long time. With the sun having risen fully by now, Gerald could see him perfectly. He had a short, grey beard, a gleaming bald head and large, beer-bottle rimmed glasses. He was thin, just like his daughter. His clothes were ripped, so he could see the many bruises and scars littered throughout his bare arms and legs. He wasnt the whole shilling, but by no way was he insane. He didnt talk much either. He just looked around at the trees and grass, slowly taking it all in. He seemed to be ignoring Avril.


"Are you ready?", she asked hastily a few minutes later, when the courtyard was empty again, and her step-father, Hank Byrne, had driven home. Avril pictured the look on his face when both he and her mother would read the letter she had left them. "Come on!!", she whispered, running quickly towards the closest cover-a small, cramped little room that the asylum used as a securtiy station. Deryck and her dad followed. Suddenly, a nurse walked out of the station, just a couple of feet away from the trio. Deryck looked at Avril with a blank stare. Avril looked at her father. The three huddled together, praying that they werent seen. "AHHH!!", the nurse screamed. That was it. The whole thing was ruined. The butterflys in their stomachs were replaced by a sinking feeling of despair and regret.If only, they thought to themselves. If only.

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Ok i have read this book of yours on bebo, you just changed the names!

what? that was a different book....

[Lewymocha Original]

Um i can give a link, brian you wrote this book b4, you just changed the names!

[Lewymocha Original]

Read Chapters

Theres the first chapter! its the same brian, god its your book , im surprised u cant tell the dif!

[Lewymocha Original]

And why is avril apart of the Byrne family!!!!!!!!!!!

cos thats why. also, theres no proof thats my book....