The Day I Lost My Way
By Matt
Third Class
It was a very hot day in the summer of 2006. My mother sent my brother and me to buy an ice – cream. There we were just walking along and out of nowhere jumped this fellow.
“Aaaaah!!!!” I screamed.
He had got me.
“Where are you taking me?” I shouted.
“Stop talking!” he exclaimed and he put a bandage around my mouth. Then he drove off in his car. He took me to a very weird big place. I thought it was Loftus Hall.* How was I going to get out.
Where in Loftus Hall could I be? Ah yes I must have been beside the window. That is probably why it was so cold.
I heard footsteps coming towards me. My heart was pounding someone was about five paces away from me. Someone took the bandage off my mouth. It was my brother Luke
“Luke!” I whispered.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered back.
We got into my Dad’s car. We were going about 100 miles per hour. That man was chasing us. Again we were running for our lives. There was severe traffic along the way, there was no time we had to run all the way home. The first few miles were easy but the last few really pained. We were panting and still we kept going.
“Twenty minutes and we will be home!” cheered Luke.
“Stop cheering!” I commanded, “We aren’t home yet.”
Eventually we arrived home.
“Quick shut the doors and hide, but surprisingly he had lost us.
We had a cup of tea and told our Mom everything that happened.
I decided never again to go out without a parent. As for Luke - he hardly remembers at all, he just gets on with it. Like recently he won a trophy along with the rest of his team. But that’s a story for another day.
*Author’s note:
Loftus Hall is a mansion in Co. Wexford where all the Irish V.I.P. parties used to be on. There is a myth that says that one night the devil came crashing through the roof and left a big hole. There is a legend that tells that if anyone tried to fix the hole the patching would fall off, in the exact shape of the devil!
THE END.