Jamie stepped into the betting office and instantly a warm blast of hot air hit him and the stink of unwashed bodies and cheap deodorant overpowered his nose so that was all he could smell. He made his way through the smoky haze of cigarette smoke towards the betting counter carefully moving round the leather sofas and chairs and trying not to step in any chewing gum or a half eaten chocolate bar. The guy at the desk looked up at him through the glass and asked, "Can I help you sir? " "I'd like to place a bet please" he stated.
"Name please" the man at the counter asked and as Jamie replied he tapped it into his database "We're sorry but we're afraid we've found a problem" he whispered quietly "What kind of problem? " Jamie asked nervously "Perhaps you'd like to come round" he said, opening the door to his left as he spoke and ushered Jamie into the managers office. As the door closed behind him, Jamie took in his surroundings; he was in a large office with a 32-inch plasma screen at one end, a comfortable looking sofa on the wall and a desk with a new computer on it.
A man was sitting behind the desk. A middle aged, harassed looking man. He started to speak softly and indicated to Jamie to take a seat on the sofa. "We're sorry but based on your credit report, we can't allow you to make any more bets as you're almost in debt" "But..... please!! Come on you've got to let me get" Jamie said, his voice gradually getting louder. "Sorry, I wish there was something we could do..... but we can't, sorry" "I HATE YOU, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!
" Jamie screamed at the manager, he jumped up and knocked a picture of the wall with his hand then stormed out of the office, knocking over chairs and pushing a 60 year old man over. He felt betrayed and wished his life would end, that was when he decided to commit suicide because he hated life. The manager came out of the betting shop and said to him "If you can find i?? 10 we can allow you bet again as your credit limit will be raised" Jamie calmed down then and went of for a walk. Throughout the rest of the day he tried everywhere to get i??
10 so he could be allowed to bet again, as it was his passion, he was an addict. Towards the end of the day, Jamie got increasingly frustrated about not being able to find i?? 10. Eventually he was so angry that he wanted to commit suicide so he went up to the top of a 10 storey car park and as he stood, toes pointing over the edge, poised to jump, he started to come round and decided to back out as he decided he could find the money by other means but then he remembered, the embarrassment he felt in the office and jumped.......jumped of the edge.
As he hit the ground with a sickening crunch and broke both his legs, blood started to pour out his shirt he saw, next to him, a i?? 10 note. Show preview only The above preview is unformatted text This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Miscellaneous section.
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