Rini

Chef’s + Killers =? On a beautiful day an unforgettable aroma was coming inside of a restaurant that was packed with people. Starting with prime ministers, world famous celebrities, Politian’s and many more famous people. In this restaurant was a culinary mastermind. His name was Gordon, or his nickname little Gordon Ramsay. He was no ordinary culinary mastermind. This talented person was very extraordinary, because he was thirteen years old. He was thirteen years old and cooking dishes that a forty year old experienced chef would be making. Everything was perfect in Gordon’s world, he made thousands of dollars as a kid, had a perfect school life, lots of friends, and his dad was “the Gordon Ramsay”. But something was about to change. “One steak no sauce and onions”. Said famous thirteen year old chef. “Coming to the window”! Hollered much more famous Gordon Ramsay. “Perfect as always”. Said little Gordon dreaming off. His fairy tale dream was ruined by a very high pitch scream. “Ahhhhhhh”! Screamed a young girl. Little Gordon and his father rushed out the two stainless steel doors. “What is going on”? Asked Gordon. “Well my father and I were eating our dinner when all of a sudden I heard a gunshot and then when I rose from beneath the table I just saw my father on the floor with a blood stain through his chest”. Said the young girl sobbing through tears. “Dad do you know who that man and that girl is”? Said little Gordon in awe. “That man is the prime minister of France and that girl is his daughter, he is incredibly wealthy and intelligent “. “I see, I see”. Said Gordon. Little Gordon picked up the bullet and stared at it for a lengthy time. He was about to let everyone know about the bullet and its information but then he scanned it more carefully and noticed something on the bullet a piece of short very light blonde hair. Also engraved on the bullet. It read “France is gone eight more left. Across the heart has been a theft. To find the next look to your left”… Little Gordon glanced to his left. The only person who was glaring back was the prime minister’s daughter. “Oh no”.Thought little Gordon. “What’s wrong”? Asked the prime minister’s daughter. “According to this bullet you’re the next target”. Little Gordon said quietly. The girl just broke into a meltdown. She started crying, and crying, and crying. Little Gordon and his dad were trying to calm her down. Then little Gordon had a brilliant idea. “What if you go in to secret hiding and have a complete makeover so no one will recognize you and you can live like a normal kid”. Said little Gordon. “You know what that sounds like a great idea and then I can live here in America.” The prime minister’s daughter said less sad. “For starters my name is Juliet” she said. “Pierre I have to go get a complete makeover and then come back here.” Juliet said demanding. And with that word off they went. A few days went by, a few dinner services went by very quickly. Five days after Juliet’s father was killed she appeared at Little Gordon and his father’s restaurant. She walked in and looked completely different. Juliet used to have long light brown hair, and daring brown eyes. Now she had strawberry blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. Little Gordon just stared at her in awe. “Juliet is that you”? Asked little Gordon. “It’s not Juliet anymore its Rose”. Said Juliet. “You can live like a”… Little Gordon got cut off by a scream on the TV that hung in the kitchen his dad turned on the TV and looked awfully quiet and curious. The news reporter said “Today was reported as the Canadian Prime minister’s death. He was shot by a hunting gun and the bullet read this; “France and Canada are now both gone, 7 more left. The next is 2 words that rhyme with gong. Another life will be a theft.” He shut the TV off and kept replaying the message in his head. “I got it”! Little Gordon said very excited. Little Gordon decided to interview some of his customers that were at the restaurant the night the France prime minister got killed. They said there was someone behind the window who looked well built. Little Gordon took this to note. “The killer is going to kill the prime minister of Hong-Kong! We have to get there and save him”! said little Gordon.

Several hours later Little Gordon, his dad, Rose, and Pierre all arrived at the Hong-Kong airport. They all rushed to find the Hong-Kong prime minister. Luckily they got in and found him. Little Gordon explained the situation and what was going on and happened. “Mr. Prime minister Sir, your life is in grave danger”. Said little Gordon. A few minutes later little Gordon saw a samurai sword headed their way. “Duck”! He yelled. The prime minister was saved and the samurai sword was stuck to the wall. Little Gordon scanned the sword to see what it said. It read this “You figured it out good for you. Now it’s time to take your own. So now just go home”! This one was tricky basically because it didn’t make any sense but he discovered it. The president of the United States was next.

A few days later they arrived at the white house they told the president what has happened and what was going on. The next moment everybody ducked three bullets were fired. He was saved everybody was looking around but little Gordon couldn’t find his dad he looked everywhere and fund someone trying to sneak out. They had a good chase and bullets, and swords were shot and thrown. After several minutes the culprit was caught it was Gordon’s dad. But before they pulled of the disguise Little Gordon already knew it was his dad. He explained, he was awfully quiet and curious when he turned on the TV, also the short very light blonde piece of hair”. Said little Gordon. As soon as Little Gordon’s dad was about to get sent to jail, little Gordon noticed something out of the corner of his eye he saw someone with a gun set on the president. He yelled “STOP”! Everyone turned around little Gordon lunged at the man and just in time he pulled of his black mask and yelled “Pierre the body guard.” “How did you know”? Asked Juliet. “ Well my dad and Pierre both have short very light blonde hair but when I asked some of the customers that were at my restaurant that night they said someone was behind the window and they looked built and I knew that couldn’t be my dad so it had to be Pierre”. Said little Gordon.