Chapter 9

Trent felt a hand on his shoulder. At least he assumed it was a hand. His mind briefly ran through the other things it could of been, a bird? no that would of been obvious because of its claws and feathers, a leaf from a tree? too light. could his hat have fallen off his head? no he was very careful about his hat. Eventually he just turned his head to see what it was. A hand. “hahaha” Though Trent. “I knew it”. “What are you looking at my hand for” said the hand owner. Trent turned round, he could of shot him there and then for that but his mind was on other things. “what is this on my shoulder, a hand? ” and then “why is this hand on my shoulder ” were the other things his mind was on, not shooting. “What do you want” said Trent. “I hear you can” The man paused. “solve problems” he said after the pause. Trent tried to think of something supercool to say like “Im not a maths teacher” or soemthing. He couldnt though because of the whole hand/shoulder thing. BANG! Trent shot the man! “I guess you won’t be putting your hands on any shoulders now” said Trent. But he wasn’t really happy with it.