Cruelty

CHAPTER 1 Cruel

Hi my name is Sophie Tippet and I’m (not) the luckiest girl in the world. You see I live with my Auntie Linden. To me is wickeder than wicked (By that I mean she’s horrid) my mum and Dad moved to Dubai, they said they wanted heat cause London’s to cold! Originally I was supposed to go with them or the only other option was, London but everything time I used to go there was with my mum so she was the most generous, loveliest person in the world even though she looked (she still looks like this but I just didn’t notice) like a shriveled up moldy grape –obviously not green though. The reason I didn’t want go live in Dubai is cause London’s where I live and I want it to stay that way(and I heard goes over 40 degrees yikes!)I live in a small bungalow in the middle of nowhere well its not really the middle of nowhere but it’s quite far away from anything fun!!!

This is my Description :Sky blue eyes , honey brown skin , thick long blond curls going almost down to my but(I know I don’t remember the last time I had a haircut).Auntie Lindens description: She is as short as dwarf and she dresses in hideous clothes (talk about every outfit knitted I mean isn’t it itchy!)Pooey brown eyes which always blink to loud, and pucked up lips like a pigs snout! I swear if she ever see’s the way I have described I would be D-E-A-D.

So here I am stuffed in a tiny bedroom with bright pink wallpaper, embarrassing teddy bear carpet, an uncomfortable bed with a plain white sheet (I’m freezing at night) and a hello kitty alarm clock. Its 5:30 am that witch gets me to set my alarm clock to that time so I can get her breakfast ready as if I’m her private house slave. Well I don’t like being told what to do so to bad for her .So I get up make a nice scrambled egg for her let her come down and see me munching away on them. “What’s this?”She’d say with a grumpy face.

“It’s actually quite simple it’s a scrum-diddle-impious scrambled egg!”I reply cheekily. “No no no I should have those scrambled eggs,” Auntie Linden growls. “Ok ok don’t have to get your knickers in a twist unthankful!”I shout.

“Who are you calling unthankful.” she whispers

“You ……..got to go “I say finishing off my egg as I run outside into freedom away from Auntie Linden .I didn’t have any intention of where I was going however I knew I was going to go somewhere fun(if I can find somewhere). Something stops me .I make out 3 figures- wait a minute there men …not just any men those 3 men are the most deadly criminals no human would ever want to come across. I don’t know much about them nevertheless they are usually seen in baggy green jumpers and solid gold rings on each finger(clearly stolen).Dashing through the forest(I don’t want to get involved in a crime scene)dodging towering trees I head home until I come across a old friendly looking man in a rocking chair on the front porch of his cottage.  “Hello how is you?”He asks kindly and slowly.

“Fine thanks and you?”I reply

“Me is feeling great- ….for 321 year old man, “the old man mutters

My eyes widen he probably knows what I’m thinking. “Good one.”I laugh

“If you don’t believe that’s just you opinion but I think I know my own age -my name is Mr. Finch.” he told me as reached out to shake my hand. I shook his hand it - it seems so dry… dry like a safari desert in Kenya. Usually I don’t trust adults but Mr. Finch seems so kind and welcoming. I tell him my name and he grins. “That was my mother’s name,”Mr.  Finch tells me about his mum. It was quite funny really because he was telling me how she only made it to 200 years until she sadly passed away. It did all sound very unrealistic   but kind of makes me happy and entertained .The only thing was that I was a bit suspicious I mean I haven’t seen a sign of the men that lot might be hiding but I’m not sure. Unexpectedly he got up after that he marched of the porch into the woods and furthermore Mr. Finch grew larger and larger until he was as lofty as the famous tower Burj Khalifa mum was telling me about.

He got bigger and bigger until he was as lofty as the famous Burj Khalifa in Dubai that Mum was telling me about. Followed by his nose and surprisingly his feet. This may have been the most wicked (Cool wicked) thing that was in front of my very eyes! I wasn’t scared since he seemed so pleasant when he was normal sized. “Would you like to come with me?”Mr. Finch questions smiling as he did so. “Please” I say as I stumble along after him.  Strangly he looks like he is heading for a huge tree he is! Mr. Finch reaches the tree when he suddenly takes a huge chunk out of it. This gives me the impression that there’s something under it ….there is! It was a crimson button which is very high up and vast. He forces down the button and straight after that he placed the tree bark back on the tree whilst the ground started ,shaking maybe the cause is the button . Gradually a rather odd thing started happening. Hard rock slowly came crumbling out of the ground an out came a roof the next was windows and so on .About a minute and a half later a mind-blowing Mansion was what my eyes were laid on. In fact it wasn’t just a mansion it was an over sized mansion, the most magnificent mansion I’ve ever seen ever!!!!! The friendly man opened the door which was covered in green leaves. I gasp “The inside is as breath taking as the outside!”I comment. Next he showed me all the rooms of his tremendous house. Later on we had a bite in the massive kitchen. What we ate was really weird because the food was called bobblestonkers and it looked like dried up puppy dogs poop so at first I refused to eat it but I finally did and it tasted like chocolate moose . Next he showed me this bizarre drink which looked like a lava lamp and was actually called lava liquid (it was delicious). Eventually I had to leave all the fun and go. As soon as I waved goodbye to Mr. Finch and hiked out of the awesome door suddenly it all went pitch black then……

To be Continued

By Alice Dickson