Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Caravan 63 Part one

 As I waltz down the never-ending path, leaves and twigs rapidly fall onto the ground all around me. Kids are riding bikes and scooters past me. When I look back behind me, I see the world outside the gates. It's as if I have jumped into Alice In Wonderland where everything looks different from the real world. As I walk my sandals sound like they are slapping the concrete road with every step I take. When I look up at the trees, I can see the afternoon sun trying to break it's way through the microscopic gaps. On my journey down the path, the next thing I see is the caravan park. The people staying in the caravans are mostly old. The only person in the caravan park that acknowledges my existence is the old man in caravan 63. He glares out the window of the caravan with sunken eyes. As I walk further up, an old lady comes up to me. Her eyes look worried. She grabs my arms tight (so tight i expect my dark blood to seep out of my arm.) She whispers in my ear. Her voice is gentle but words coming out are demanding and hostile. The words she whispers are four simple words, but together they make me skittish. She spits the words out like fire...... GET OUT OF HERE! I walk calmly (but swiftly) out of the caravan park. But I don't like the way the old man stares at me until I exit the caravan park and even then his beady eyes continue to follow me all the way down the end of the road where my tent is set up. I am sure that even when I enter the tent he can still hear my heart beat in terror. When I come out again I am with my six year old sister Angel. I can see the old man and the look on his face when he sees Angel. He looks very pleased.
 All night I can't stop thinking about the old man and how close Angel is sleeping to entrance of the tent. My mind is wandering to the land of "no way that is ever going to happen ever in your entire life."
 What if the old man sneaks in and snatches your little sister,or, maybe tomorrow he will jump out and hold a gun to someone's head and pulls the trigger. When I heard that malicious voice again I let out a choked shriek of terror, grasping my blankets to my chest. I give a hurried glance towards my sister, just to make sure her blood is not splattered across the tent walls. With a trembling hand I reach out, revealing my hand to the frosty air, and softly stroke her long ash blonde hair that's gone wild with her restless slumber.
 You have to keep an eye out Macey they are using the old man as a distraction. Be warned they are coming. There it is again that voice. Who is coming. It would be nice if you gave me information that isn't stupid once and a while. I think back. But the voice is gone again. I try to forget about the voice and go back to sleep. But I can't take my eyes off Angel. Whoever or what ever is coming better get ready to get their buts whipped first before they lay a finger on my Angel.

Next Day

 When I pulled myself out of bed, the first thing I do is make sure Angel is still in a deep slumber or breathing in the fresh air. When I see she is not in the tent I dash as fast as a cheetah to see if she is outside. When I am in view of the sun, I breath a sigh of relief when I see her ash blonde hair dancing in the icy breeze. But when I take a closer look I realise something that makes my heart skip a beat. I run over to Mum to make sure that I am wrong.
"Where is Angel" I demand.
What Mum says is not what I wanted to hear.
"We thought she was with you" She whispers in a rough voice. My mouth falls. When I turn to run and look for her, my eyes lock onto the old man. He is climbing into his car when he sees me. The dark smirk that spreads across his face, sends chills down my spine.
 As he drives off, in the back window I see a small face rise up. I scan the face but all I can see is the hair........ long ash blonde. I fall to my knees and throw my hands at the ground with all my force. When I raise my head, the only thing i can say nearly burns a hole through my heart.......ANGEL.

Keep viewing my blog for Part two coming soon and Part three is being thought about. If your interested in the mini sieres, Sorry but Part two might take a bit longer. It would be really helpful if my audience could give me some ideas. Thanks.

Partially Written by one of my closest friends Angel

2 comments:

  1. Hey Boo,
    This story is awesome! I like how you made the character worried that something horrible would happen, and they were right. Great job :)

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    1. Thank you Claudia that's very nice :)

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