Trip Down Memory Lane

By Laura E Simms

Memory Lane High School is full of secrets. Did Tanya Parker really fall to her death into the swimming pool?

DI Ivor Gunn investigates, but he's about to be tested to his limits

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura E Simms
• Release date: Aug 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301165063

Laura E Simms

Laura Simms 1987-BooksEnd GameThe Legend of the Talking SwordTaken for a MugHorses For CoursesMillionaire's PlaypenGemini BloodThe Irony of de ja vuI have wanted to be an author since I was 6. So this is a dream realised for me.The last year has been very productive with lots more writing to come hopefully.But I will let you be the judge of what you read, so all that remains to be said isHappy reading

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Trip down Memory Lane

Laura Simms

Trip Down Memory Lane

Laura Simms

Copyright Laura Elizabeth Simms 2013

Smashwords Edition

All situations and events in this book are the product of the author’s imagination. Any similarities between situations, characters living or dead are coincidental.

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The Zodiac Conspiracy

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The Legend of the Talking Sword

Prologue

Did you ever hear the story of what happened at Memory Lane High School in the summer of 2013? Many years may have passed now, but everyone who hears the story gets chills down their spine. The old school lies abandoned now, but every so often, you can still hear the shrieks. They say it’s the ghost of Tanya Rhiannon Amelia Margaret Parker. That she has vowed revenge on those who were responsible for the incident of the school.

Many dismissed it as a very creepy ghost story, though the superstitious still refuse to go near the old place. Do they have good reason? Several people still jump if the name of the school or Tanya are mentioned, they go pale and try to change the subject. The incident haunts dreams, exasperated parents tell their naughty offspring.

Is it now just a tale told to frighten the gullible, long ago consigned to the past, or is it to be taken seriously. You can judge for yourself.

Chapter 1

Thursday 18th July 2013

Tanya Parker sighed deeply and looked at herself in the mirror. The strawberry blonde hair flowing down her back, tied restrictively in a ponytail, the cobalt blue eyes, framed by wire spectacles, the willowy frame, back slightly bowed by all the books she had to carry in her school rucksack. She was an inch or two short of 6 feet. The pale heart-shaped face, afflicted today by acne, but that would be gone by next week, the train track braces straightening her perfect white teeth.

Her white shirt was creaseless, her grey skirt carefully pleated, shortened slightly but still within regulation length, snow-white ankle socks and black school shoes, her bogey green tie knotted securely at her throat, spanning the space between her ample breasts. Her silver heart-shaped locket was as usual visible round her neck. It contained a photograph of Tanya as a baby, along with a lock of her baby hair.

Normally she would have her bogey green school jumper tied securely round her waist, but today was far too hot. You could pass out with the temperature of today.

The last but one day of school to be endured and then she would be free of it for the summer. Free until September at least, but bring on next July and she could put it all behind her. She would sit her GCSEs, all the dumbos would leave, and she’d do her A Levels, go to university, get her degree and become the surgeon she’d always wanted to be.

Tanya! Breakfast love her mother’s shrill voice called up the stairs. Her cockney accent still audible, even after years of not living there.

Coming Mother her own Lancashire accent, sounding harsh even to her. Tanya’s father Robert had died in a car accident before she was born. A drunk driver had smashed into his car as Robert had been on his way to work. He’d been killed instantly. He’d been a lawyer.

His devastated young, newly pregnant widow had been unable to cope with her memories and had moved as far away as possible. Harriet Anne and Robert James Parker had only been married for 18 months. However Robert Parker’s only-daughter knew what her daddy looked like.

He beamed at her, six feet tall, a handsome strawberry-blonde 24 year old with warm chocolate brown eyes, dressed casually in black T-shirt