Coffee or not to Coffee?
Authors: P7A, P4A, P5A & P6A
Chapter 1
10 PM Saturday, a poor taxi driver was driving his only passenger of the night home to Avenue Way.
"Are you busy tonight?" asked the passenger, who was dressed all in black.
"No afraid not, you've been my only customer," replied Dave, sipping from his cup of coffee. Dave loves to drink coffee especially when he's on the clock, it keeps him alert during his long shifts.
"Would you be able to stop at this bank coming up on the right? I need to grab some cash from the cash machine." asked the passenger, his voice strangely nervous.
Dave pulled over his taxi to the kerbside, just outside the bank.
"I won't be too long driver but please keep the engine running."
This seemed like a strange request to Dave but the more he thought about it, the stranger this whole booking seemed.
After a short amount of time, Dave started to think this customer had legged it without paying, he decided to check and see. Taking the keys out of the car, he walked round the corner to the ATM where there was no one in sight.
Dave was not surprised and about to leave when he noticed the side door to the bank ajar. Everything in his body was shouting at him to leave but his curiosity got the best of him.
He followed the dark corridor down the stairs and turned round a corner. He found himself standing outside a very large and very open bank vault.
"Are you busy tonight?" asked the passenger, who was dressed all in black.
"No afraid not, you've been my only customer," replied Dave, sipping from his cup of coffee. Dave loves to drink coffee especially when he's on the clock, it keeps him alert during his long shifts.
"Would you be able to stop at this bank coming up on the right? I need to grab some cash from the cash machine." asked the passenger, his voice strangely nervous.
Dave pulled over his taxi to the kerbside, just outside the bank.
"I won't be too long driver but please keep the engine running."
This seemed like a strange request to Dave but the more he thought about it, the stranger this whole booking seemed.
After a short amount of time, Dave started to think this customer had legged it without paying, he decided to check and see. Taking the keys out of the car, he walked round the corner to the ATM where there was no one in sight.
Dave was not surprised and about to leave when he noticed the side door to the bank ajar. Everything in his body was shouting at him to leave but his curiosity got the best of him.
He followed the dark corridor down the stairs and turned round a corner. He found himself standing outside a very large and very open bank vault.
10 PM Saturday, a poor taxi driver was driving his only passenger of the night home to Avenue Way.
"Are you busy tonight?" asked the passenger, who was dressed all in black.
"No afraid not, you've been my only customer," replied Dave, sipping from his cup of coffee. Dave loves to drink coffee especially when he's on the clock, it keeps him alert during his long shifts.
"Would you be able to stop at this bank coming up on the right? I need to grab some cash from the cash machine." asked the passenger, his voice strangely nervous.
Dave pulled over his taxi to the kerbside, just outside the bank.
"I won't be too long driver but please keep the engine running."
This seemed like a strange request to Dave but the more he thought about it, the stranger this whole booking seemed.
After a short amount of time, Dave started to think this customer had legged it without paying, he decided to check and see. Taking the keys out of the car, he walked round the corner to the ATM where there was no one in sight.
Dave was not surprised and about to leave when he noticed the side door to the bank ajar. Everything in his body was shouting at him to leave but his curiosity got the best of him.
He followed the dark corridor down the stairs and turned round a corner. He found himself standing outside a very large and very open bank vault.
"Are you busy tonight?" asked the passenger, who was dressed all in black.
"No afraid not, you've been my only customer," replied Dave, sipping from his cup of coffee. Dave loves to drink coffee especially when he's on the clock, it keeps him alert during his long shifts.
"Would you be able to stop at this bank coming up on the right? I need to grab some cash from the cash machine." asked the passenger, his voice strangely nervous.
Dave pulled over his taxi to the kerbside, just outside the bank.
"I won't be too long driver but please keep the engine running."
This seemed like a strange request to Dave but the more he thought about it, the stranger this whole booking seemed.
After a short amount of time, Dave started to think this customer had legged it without paying, he decided to check and see. Taking the keys out of the car, he walked round the corner to the ATM where there was no one in sight.
Dave was not surprised and about to leave when he noticed the side door to the bank ajar. Everything in his body was shouting at him to leave but his curiosity got the best of him.
He followed the dark corridor down the stairs and turned round a corner. He found himself standing outside a very large and very open bank vault.
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Dave felt confused as he stood there looking at the open door. What should he do? He pulled out his phone to call the police, but when he tried to call, he had no service!
Quietly he listened. He peeked in and could hear voices. Who could they be? Why were they there? he wondered.
He put his cup of coffee down and bravely decided to venture in. Immediately, he spotted two men dressed all in black. He recognised one as being the passenger that he took there. Dave shouted "What are you doing?" to the men.
The two men were scared because they had been caught. Suddenly, the men ran from the vault and slammed the door shut! Oh no! Dave was trapped inside. He ran to the door but it wouldn't budge. The robbers had locked him inside.
In the distance, Dave could hear sirens approaching. How was he going to explain why he was inside the bank vault in the middle of the night? ...
Chapter 2
Dave began to panic but then he suddenly spotted a vent in the very corner of the vault. The police barged into the bank and Dave could hear the growls of the police dogs getting closer and closer.
It was now or never, he cleverly used the keys to his taxi to twist out the vent screws. He had to squeeze his body through the vent. He began to sweat and worry that he would be trapped there for eternity and he would slowly rot.
Suddenly, he reached a very small door. He pushed the door open and he was able to clamber out. The vent had taken him to a damp and dark alleyway. He noticed something flapping around on the floor. He picked it up. It was an advert from a newspaper selling a house. He looked at it closely and he recognised the door. He also recognised the trees outside but now there were many more. The car on the street in the advert looked very strange. Then he realised it was his house that was for sale and the date on the newspaper was 2389...
It was now or never, he cleverly used the keys to his taxi to twist out the vent screws. He had to squeeze his body through the vent. He began to sweat and worry that he would be trapped there for eternity and he would slowly rot.
Suddenly, he reached a very small door. He pushed the door open and he was able to clamber out. The vent had taken him to a damp and dark alleyway. He noticed something flapping around on the floor. He picked it up. It was an advert from a newspaper selling a house. He looked at it closely and he recognised the door. He also recognised the trees outside but now there were many more. The car on the street in the advert looked very strange. Then he realised it was his house that was for sale and the date on the newspaper was 2389...
Shocked to his core, Dave stared at the advert to sell his home. Somehow, although he could not understand how, he had travelled hundreds of years into the future. It was extremely hot and he was sweating buckets. This reminded him of being stuck in the vent it was then he realised this was a dream. He opened his eyes in a panic and hit his head on the vent roof.
Just at that moment, he heard two officers chatting about the robbery and why nothing had been stolen by robbers.
" Forensic investigators have taken that coffee cup for finger analysis, hopefully that will give us a clue as to who broke into this bank vault," the older officer said.
Dave knew he had to escape, so he kept crawling along the vent and escaped through a small door. Quickly he ran back to his taxi. Amazingly the passenger was sitting in the back seat. On the seat beside him was an open bag full of gold bars. In his hand he had Dave's cup of coffee.
"You left this behind! Wouldn't want you to get into trouble." said the passenger.
Surprised that the robber who locked him in the vault would have helped him. Dave asked "Why?"
"Dave, it's me, Travis."
Travis was his best friend since they were little kids, he was never in trouble in fact he worked in the bank. Dave got in the car and drove him home to Avenue Way.
Travis gave him a gold bar for payment.
Dave had a dilemma would he phone the police and report his friend OR take the payment and open his own coffee shop. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Shocked to his core, Dave stared at the advert to sell his home. Somehow, although he could not understand how, he had travelled hundreds of years into the future. It was extremely hot and he was sweating buckets. This reminded him of being stuck in the vent it was then he realised this was a dream. He opened his eyes in a panic and hit his head on the vent roof.
Just at that moment, he heard two officers chatting about the robbery and why nothing had been stolen by robbers.
" Forensic investigators have taken that coffee cup for finger analysis, hopefully that will give us a clue as to who broke into this bank vault," the older officer said.
Dave knew he had to escape, so he kept crawling along the vent and escaped through a small door. Quickly he ran back to his taxi. Amazingly the passenger was sitting in the back seat. On the seat beside him was an open bag full of gold bars. In his hand he had Dave's cup of coffee.
"You left this behind! Wouldn't want you to get into trouble." said the passenger.
Surprised that the robber who locked him in the vault would have helped him. Dave asked "Why?"
"Dave, it's me, Travis."
Travis was his best friend since they were little kids, he was never in trouble in fact he worked in the bank. Dave got in the car and drove him home to Avenue Way.
Travis gave him a gold bar for payment.
Dave had a dilemma would he phone the police and report his friend OR take the payment and open his own coffee shop. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
This book was written collaboratively by P4-P7 A classes for Book Week 2022. Each class contributed to the next part of the story. The classes were provided with a setting, a character and an object that needed to be included in the story but all the creativity came from the pupils. Well done St John Ogilvie!