Everything was supposed to be exciting when it came to moving house but that was what my Mum said. When I walked into the new house, I just knew it was going to be exactly like last year (it wasn't that good last year). The house was old and creaky, it smelt like smoke that had been drifting around for years. The floors were covered in dust they didn't even have carpet or had been vanished. I walked into the kitchen it almost made me want to cry. The walls were green with mould, the colour was horrendous bright pink and light blue. I made it to my room without falling to pieces luckily but still my room was the worst. The wallpaper was halfway down the wall, my window had a huge crack through the middle, the ceiling looked like it was going to collapse, but the thing that made me scared was the writing on the wall saying “You're next”. I ran for it.
10 o'clock Robber Time
I dragged Mum into my room. “Mum look, look, look at that writing!” She stared at me and then stared at the wall “Sophie are you serious? That was probably some stupid idiot who wrote that you're twelve and you let that get to you.” She walked out of the room pretty amused with herself but I knew that wasn't any kind of writing, it was that robber. “Oops,” I shouldn't of said that, now I have to tell the story. All right, but very quick.
One night I was sitting in bed reading my book and everybody else was asleep. It was about ten o'clock when suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the hallway. Now I didn't want to shout or scream so I just sat there watching my door. I sat there for a few minutes until I realised that I needed to check what was out there. So I crept to the door and pushed it open a little bit, all I could see was someone covered in a black suit and they were picking up things of mine. That's when I couldn't control my anger. I swung the door open and ran for that person with my book (hard cover) I approached her with my book and smacked her over the head! Which wasn't any good.
My Dad came running in and stopped. She was holding a gun on my full head but luckily Dad already had other plans. In with a “bash” came more than twelve soldiers filled with armour and gear you wouldn't know what they were. The lady jumped and smashed the window with a leap, she flew out into the bright night. Just remember that was the short version. After that I kept on questioning Dad “Who was that lady? Did she have a jet pack?” But I never got a answer, he would always pretend he couldn't hear me. Let me just tell you I was only five years old.