Hello World,

I hope you have enjoyed my choose your own adventure story ‘Enigma’. This is the last week where I have to conclude my story, thank you for commenting every week it has been very helpful.

Cara walked with Oliver Pufflet down the empty street taking her further and further away from the one person she had been searching for. Her father. She was so close now. Her mind was tackling one question, a simple question but the debate in her mind had a million sides. How was she going to find the answer? Cara made a brave decision to find that answer with the assistance of this annoying yet ‘intelligent’ Pufflet boy. She smirked and stifled a little laugh whenever she said that name.

“Oliver,” Cara said exhausted, “how do we get to London?”

Oliver’s face lit up in delight.

“Does this mean you’re coming with me to London? Oh golly, great I know just the way to get us there. I mean oh, oh, yeah great.”

Oliver pulled a bright phone out of his pocket. He dialled a number and a taxi pulled up almost immediately. The inside was more like a camper-van. There was a bed, table, flat-screen TV and a fridge that held delicious food.
“Would you like a snack?” Oliver chuckled as he opened the fridge, he was beaming. Oliver handed her a cupcake.
“What?” Cara questioned. She had never tasted food this delicious before. He must have a French pastry chef on his private staff. She had already spilt the chocolate icing all over her school blouse in the rush to cram as much cupcake in her mouth as possible.
“Oh, nothing, nothing.” Oliver Pufflet lied.

The ‘taxi’ finally pulled up at the impressive stone train station at Gare du Norde.
“Your ride awaits sir,” the driver announced, “your parents also gave me your pocket money that you left at home and your toothbrush.”

Cara followed Oliver through all the security and finally reached the first class ‘Euro Star’ train carriage. Cara felt quiet relaxed until the intercom blasted out some messages about the route they were taking. They were going in an under ground tunnel for most of the trip and Cara felt quite uneasy at the thought. Yet the train ride proceeded as normal. Then suddenly the train came to a halt. To make the situation even worse, finish they were in the middle of the underwater tunnel in the pitch black. After what seemed like forever the lights slowly flickered back on. Rich passengers immediately turned on their mobile phones starting trying to call for assistance, and also their lawyers. Well that didn’t work because their was no internet service at all. Luckily after a time of panicking and screaming the intercom blasted another message stating that they were fixing the problem and all was well.
They finally got safely to their destination and alighted the train at London where they were immediately met by two huge beefy looking men.
“You two need to come with us.” They said metallically and in unison.

The next thing Cara knew she were locked up again but this time more ‘securely’.
“Let me go now!” Cara yelled. She tried to strain her neck to see where Oliver was. It turned out he was no where to be seen. Across the room to figures one small one tall entered, they seemed to be fighting.
“You cannot do anything to hurt her!” Was loud and clear but the rest was muffled. The shadows came closer and closer until Cara could finally see their faces. It was Oliver and who seemed to be his father.
“Hello Cara.” The man said smoothly as put his figures together contemplatively. “Oliver would you like to join your friend; I’m sure that can be arranged.” Oliver gulped. He looked longingly at Cara. Then down at his Italian leather shoes.
“N-n-no, Dad I mean….Sir.” Oliver said glumly. Cara could not believe that this pasty, yet kindly, English schoolboy had been plotting against her this whole time. She could not wait to get her hands on him!

“Perfect, then let’s get this party started! Bring in Adam Beale.” The man said evilly.

“Let me go! Cara, is, is that you?” Her father questioned

“Oh family love,” the man sighed, “well Adam Beale, you have a very important decision to make. Either to come and join forces with me, or refuse and leave your daughter to die.” He explained simply.
“None of the above!” Caras Dad answered emphatically

And with that a unit of MI5 agents stormed the premises, capturing the evil Pufflet’s freeing Cara and her father.

“Dad!” Cara exclaimed.

“Cara, yes it is me. I’ve missed you so much. I have some news, this was my last ever mission. I’m coming back home, with you… If you’ll have me that is. I really do love you.” Cara’s father looked questioningly at her.

“I love you too! Yes, yes, come home.” Cara smile lit up the room, this had been the best day of her life.

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Hope

Hello World,

This week option three was the most popular. Natalia is quite a handful!. Please read on and vote this week so that I may continue my story.

Once Cara and the rest of the girls in her school choir had left the plane, and made it into the Arrivals hall, Natalia immediately became distracted and wandered from the Group. Her blonde ponytail bobbed off in the opposite direction.

“Cara, be a darling and go retrieve Natalia. She is obviously lost….again, we will wait here until you come back” her teacher requested. The teacher, Ms HIgglesworth, had dark circles shadowing her eyes because of Natalia’s continual wayward behaviour. Cara, of course, did as she was told and went to retrieve Natalia, even though the plane ride had drained all her energy.

Cara raced off, dodging all the prams, suitcases and toddlers trying to make her way through the herd of sheep-like humans. She was stuck in a chaotic sea of people.

“Natalia, Natalia.” Cara called. She had lost the blonde ponytail.

Suddenly, she was swept off her feet and pulled into a security car.

“Good morning,” a boys voice interrupted Cara’s confused thoughts,

“I’m Oliver Pufflet, yet my full name is Oliver James Clifton Hubert Roberto Graham Alexander Pufflet, the third. It appears that we have both been kidnapped by this rogue security agent.” Oliver Pufflet (the third) said motioning towards the beefy, anonymous looking man in dark glasses.

“Really? I would have never known!” Cara said sarcastically through gritted teeth. She immediately disliked this pompous looking private English schoolboy.

“Help, help!” Cara tried to scream for assistance, for she knew Oliver was of no use. Then suddenly a bat must have hit her over the head to silence her, because all she saw was darkness blackening her vision.

Some time later…….Cara slowly blinked her eyes open.

“H-hello?” Cara questioned, still getting over her confusion and concussion.

“Cara Beale, how glad we are for you to have finally joined us.” A deep hard voice said. Cara tried to get her eyes to adjust to the sudden blinding light in her eyes. “““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““`

Noise’s of distress, screeching and screaming filled Cara’s ear, then a big clash, bang and boom silenced it all. Then coughing, spluttering. Screeching, yelling… Sirens were wailing, hoses were spraying water and fires were burning. The noise started again, and for a split second Cara thought she was dreaming.

A stray dancing flame had caught up to her chair, burning her feet, legs and catching onto her chair it leapt up to the armrest were Cara’s hands were held down by a strong tight rope. A tall figure was standing in front of her, the flames were somehow ignoring him.

The figure lurched forward and cut the rope, freeing Cara. Cara caught a slight glimpse of the figures face. She stopped, she stared and looked confusedly into the man’s eyes. He looked exactly like her. It couldn’t be…….

“Dad?” Cara questioned.

“Run, Cara quickly before the gas is released.”

But it was already too late, she had taken just one quick breath which proved almost deadly. Cara fainted for the second time that night.

Again some time later, she awoke this time to see Oliver Pufflet staring intently at her.

“Are you alright?? I was just about to start the kiss of life” Oliver explained. “We’ve just learned all about that at my school Hetherington Manor” he added unnecessarily!

Cara felt quite ill by that thought, and felt the urge to slap him. However it must have been him that saved her life, as her father was now no where to be seen.

“We have to get to London!” Oliver said bossily

“London, Why London? But , whats ….?” Cara was not often speechless, but this turn of events was very confusing

“Well, we are currently running from a man who wants to lure your father by using you.” Oliver Pufflet explained.

“What happened back there, the explosion, the-the-the, why?” Cara was completely bewildered, she was planning to escape from the group but certainly not in this matter!

She had just met her father and because of him her life had almost ended twice today. Anger rose in her, making her fume and she felt the urge to explode.

What should Cara do next?

1. Follow Oliver Pufflet (the third) to London trusting that he will help her

2. Ditch Oliver, go solo and attempt to find her father again, in her own way

3. Attempt to convince Oliver Pufflet to use his family money and get them back to the group

Thanks for reading!
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Hope

Hello World,

This week option one was the winner, the majority voted for Cara to go over to the bathrooms and comfort Megan apologising for what she had done. For my chose your own adventure story to continue please comment voting for which direction the story should head.
Enjoy,
Hope

Cara toddled over to the girls bathrooms. “Megan, are you in here?” Cara sighed. She heard sniffles from behind one of the cubicles. “I’m sorry, I really am,” Cara saw a small hunched over shadow in the corner, “you, I, um, I want to apologise. Do you want to come out?”
“Why are you here?” Megan was again trying to act as big as she could.
“Well, like I said, I want to say sorry.” Cara slowly entered. She knew that this situation was a minefield one wrong move and it would all be over. The shadow slowly moved into the light, her face was calm but tears still ran down her cheeks. “I’m the one who should say sorry, I pushed you over the edge and you had all the right to have a go at me like that.” The two girls once, strong enemies, now frenemies. They embraced in a very awkward hug.

“How was school darling?” Cara’s mother said as she opened the door.
“Absolutely…” Cara tried to pretend that she had a horrible day, “excellent!” She leaped forward and gave her surprised yet joyful mother a big tight squeeze.
“Alright, now you have to pack. I sent your teacher an email, you are in!”
“Oh my gosh, you’re right I do have to pack!”

“Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for take off.” The intercom robot announced.
“OMG, I am totally like, like you know what I’m like with things like this because like I get so excited like yeah.” Natalia explained in ‘detail’. Cara was, excited yet extremely frightened. She had never sat in business class before, scrap that, she had never been on a plane before. She gripped the side of her enormous seat readying herself for take off.

“Once the plane has come to a complete stop you may undo your seatbelt and collect your belongings.” Cara awoke with a startle. She heard her stomach grumbling, her throat was dry and her hair was a mess.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I kinda like ate your like nice chicken and chocolate like meal.” Cara was too shell shocked to notice Natalia’s annoying immature little voice. She was staring out the window at a private jet with butlers and a red carpet so their feet wouldn’t get dirty.
“Quickly girls, hurry now. Cara! You look a mess, quickly, what? Natalia that’s Cara’s chocolate bar. Oh it’s too late. Sorry Cara.” Her teacher tried to control the girls, restraining them from staring at the private, boarding school male students who had just came out of the jets door.

What should Cara do next?

Cara leaves her passport behind and must go back otherwise she will not be let in to France
or
2. Cara is too messy and grimy so she must go to the bathrooms to redo her hair
or
3. Natalia wanders off in the different direction towards the boys, Cara has to go and re-direct Natalia back towards the group