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So, here I am.
Stuck under the stairs, and the surprise is I actually get to tell the story of how
I got here. This is how it goes¦ me and Jessica, thats my best friend, were
walking along when we saw the beach looming ahead. We carried on walking
through tall trees and low branches, stepping over tree roots and small animals
which were lurking about. It started to get dark so I took off my rucksack.
In there I pulled out two apples and a torch. I gave an apple to Jessica and then took a large
bite out of mine. When I switched on the
torch, a bright light shone out and we both blinked in surprise. We werent
expecting it to be so bright. After a while we began to feel something soft
underneath us. I looked down. Then I gasped! We were on the beach.
We were supposed to be back home by 8:30 pm. We had literally two minutes to get back. As
we started forward to run back home, a dark shadow loomed over us…as I turned
around I saw a huge man with a long beard and sunglasses was holding a sack and
before we knew, we were covered by it!
We were so scared. Then we heard a loud yell, Hey come back here, quick, guards get him!
There were loud scrabbling noises all around us. Then a scratching noise came
to our ears. We looked downwards. There at the bottom of the sack a tiny hole
was beginning to take shape. Me and Jessica began tearing, pulling, until PLOP!
We both fell out (not too gracefully either).
Just then a little puppy began rolling around in front of us. Thats who got us out! I jumped
up and brushed myself down and Jessica did the same. It wasnt long before the
man realised wed escaped, for the bag had got much lighter.
We began to run, faster and faster and faster! But the man was quick and soon caught up.
Just then disaster, Jessica stumbled over a tree root. The man caught hold of
her ankle and was just about to grab me, but took hold of my rucksack instead. Everything
tipped out. I snatched up the torch and threw it at the mans head. He screamed
with pain and fell backwards.
We heard more men coming towards us, getting closer and closer by the second! We kept on
running. Jessica and I were starting to get tired, but soon we were stumbling
through the front door.
We shot under the stairs and bolted the door as fast as we possibly could! At first we
heard nothing. Neither of us moved, we didnt want to risk it. Then we heard
creeping footsteps on the floor outside. So here I am, the child under the
stairs. I dont know what they want or why they are here, but Im too scared to
move. What shall I do now?
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