Story- The day I was... by Grace

The day I got … kidnapped

It was pitch dark. I was sitting in an old wooden chair. I started to groan because I was starving. I had no clue where I was. I felt alone. Then a suddenly a light flickered on. “hu?” I groaned. “What’s that?”. “At last the sleeping beauty is awake” mumbled the person. “who are you?” I asked faintly. “Oh, I’m just the guy who kidnapped you” answered the man. “please let me go” I begged. “oh, so you think it’s that easy don’t you now” he asked. “No, but seriously dude get a life!” I answered. “ha, you’re such a baby!” he said. “excuse me, mister I am an eleven-year-old” I shouted back. “Don’t answer me back!” he shouted. Then the man walked out into the light. He wore worn out sandals, he had ripped jeans and the oldest looking top. His hair looked long and shaggy. His eyes looked so tired and had bags under them. He had a hideous stare. “I’m hungry!” I moaned. “well perhaps you will like a knuckle sandwich,” he asked going to punch me in the face. “NO!” I shouted. 

But I was too late.    

GRACE BYRNE - AGE 10