As I woke up on Christmas morning my mother said ” Oooohhhh nooooo!” “What’s the matter?” I shouted. So I came running down stairs to see what had happened. The presents were missing; the tree was missing too. There was nothing but emptiness. There were pieces of wrapping paper all over the place and I found glass on the floor. I didn’t understand why there was glass on the floor but there was a trail of blood and glass on the floor comming into the kitchen.
As I opened the door suddenly there was my dad dressed up as a Santa with a very big red nose and he said …
Stevie
December 11th, 2007
I was walking home from work one day and I noticed a charred window on the bungalow nearby. I came up to the door and it creaked open. There was a slight burning smell and the walls were black. I moved through the house and I saw a calendar. I could vaguely read one section. First of May Rugby tour. That was yesterday. I saw an ashtray on the sofa and a half empty bottle of beer. I stumbled up the stair.
There was a room. I walked to the room and there were shelves full of medals and trophies. This room had been perfectly preserved from the fire. I carried on through the house and I came to a bedroom. I looked round and I saw an aerosol can and the room smelt deeply of deodorant. I looked out the window and saw tyre tracks in the drive. I came down the stairs and left.
Robert (Bobby)
December 11th, 2007
