In class we were asked to write a 500 word story and this is mine:


It is not the first time that I have heard laughing at number 14 woodland avenue. It's not the first time that I have heard happy couples take their newly adopted children home. Not here. My name is Alice, I’m 12 and I was once an orphan. I have silky-soft golden hair. Penny, the keeper of the orphanage, said that I have my mother’s emerald-green eyes.

I never knew my mother. I have been told that she died in a car crash when she was going to work one day. I never really talk about her because I get all watery-eyed. From what I have been told she had sunny-blond hair just like mine.

Well that’s the reason that I am here I have no Mum. No Dad. Not even a sister. My best friend April, who’s 12, has bushy brown hair, sapphire-blue eyes and small button nose. Apparently her Mum left her helpless on the top concrete step of the orphanage.

Patiently and supportively, Penny assures me it will go my way someday. I doubt it! I feel terrible like I've just been punched in the stomach by a giant fist. She's gone. Let's start from the beginning: On Sunday 15th March was probably the worst thing happened. On every Sunday it's adoption day. A couple come and adopt a child.

Today the couple were called Sophie and Mark. Penny showed them to a fresh oak table with two matching wooden chairs. They took a seat nervously on the smooth glossy chairs. Maxi, the boy next to April and I, waddled down and told Sophie and Mark: that he was five and he had a pet fish.

April took her turn. Sophie and Mark had a chat therefore they came to a decision they chose MY best friend April! I was so upset however I was happy for April.

So she went up stairs to pack her trunk and her soon-to-be parents were signing some confirmation forms. I squeezed her tight and didn’t want to let go. With a blink of an eye she was going down to the door.

I called for her anxiously waiting for a reply but April had already gone. There was an unexpected knock at the door. Another couple strolled through the green-lined door. Penny was surprised. Therefore said they didn't book an appointment but she couldn’t put a happy couple down. She took them to the oak table and they positioned them self on the even chairs. Penny, who was getting tired, came in to my plain room, dancing and prancing about, she told me to come down the carpeted stairs and see Jasmine and Archie. I skipped down the creaking stairs.I said: “My name is Alice, I`m 12.”

They finally came to a decision and...THEY PICKED ME!

I felt overjoyed and couldn't help myself. I flung my arms around my new parents. I said goodbye to Penny and turned my back on the orphanage forever. “Home sweet home," I murmured to myself.

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Comment 1 Comment by Lauren J on 22 Feb 12 at 6:28pm | Quote this comment
WOW great story Tarragon I like the idea you have! :P
Comment 2 Comment by Ollie B on 24 Feb 12 at 9:31am | Quote this comment
Wow nice language. :lol:

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