Youngsters’ Forum

The Strange Cottage

October 10th, 2007

The only sound was the birds chirping high up in the trees and on the rooftops.The sun was creeping above the horizon and flooding the town with light.It was empty and a small cottage was suprisingly in the middle of a troublesome neighborhood.The cottage itself was a lovely, petite building with a nice small door which was wide open.In the front hall was a pair of black,muddy boots.At the foot of the stairs a large tea stain was all over the bottom step.The scuffed and flaking paint on the banister looked absoulotly ancient and a large sheet of paper lay on the floor.On one side was a timetable where occasionally the word “working” was written down on a box with the same black pen.In one of the boxes describing the present time there was “working” but in a red pen!

A faint ticking of a clock in the bedroom broke the eeirie silence.On the bed lay a green khaki jacket and trousers.A small shelf was poisitioned on the wall,next to an aeroplane calender,and a model easyjet, a picture of a group of boys in the same camouflage uniform were smilling at the camera in rows of about 15.At the front of a chair was a sign saying Platoon 28,Regiment squad 4.Across the room the curtains were torn and filthy.

On a small coffe table a letter bearing the message”Yo,where are you?Werent we ment to go bowling today?you have let me down again?Doesnt our friendship mean anything to you?  from douggie

PS-please phone me on my new number when you get this message. no-01798436206

There was a picture of a guy on the other side.He hadauburn,dark eyes and fly away hair.His figure was slim and muscular.Dotted around the picture was words like daring,cunning,open-minded,courageos,thoughtful etc.A helmet crashed to the ground and a car pulled into the driveway.The same man as was in the picture, came out and he was wearing a polo shirt with the Menzies World Cargo logo on a pocket.He rushed into the garage and was there for a couple minutes.

A small while later he emerged carrying a huge box full of papers.He was singing a song”You can stand under my umbrella,can stand under my umberella(ella) (ella) (eh) (eh) (eh)…..”He was listening to an MP3 player.

He stuffed the box of papers into the boot of his car and then he opened the door and drove away.On the front step was a postcard which had the note on it

“Ben,

We are having a lovely time here in sunny spain.You should respect your friendship and never be mean to your friends again .They will stand by you at all times.

love mum and dad”

THE END.

by Toni.Woodside School.

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