Forgery
I'm at my best friend's birthday party. She's turning nine in two days, and always has great parties.
Disco lights, kids dancing, music, people singing. I hug my friends as they come in. I taste the chocolatey goodness from a cupcake - yum!
Earblasting and funny record music fills the room. So loud the floor is vibrating. But is that only the music? Is my drink shaking just from the bubbles and fizz? I think I can hear clattering from below. A muffled crash.
I creep out of the party room, grabbing some more cake on my way of course, and sneak downstairs. The metallic sounds get louder. The cake is sweet in my mouth, but there is a knot in my stomach. I smell smoke, and the air is warm.
I peek around the corner, and see a strange piece of machinery. Someone is there, because all the machinery is on. I see coins cooling, they make a tinging sound. I really want to see what else is in there, but suddenly I hear my friend's dad yell "Get out of here!" I run for my life, back up to the party, where everyone is dancing like they don't care.
Suddenly, strong and sturdy policemen burst into the room, yelling and shouting. But we are just a bunch of small children in our fancy dresses and suits. Bouncy curled hair, snappy shoes and spotless socks. I quietly take another cake.
I'm just a kid, so nobody asks me nothing.
From writing by students of Horndon on-the-Hill C of E Primary School
Disco lights, kids dancing, music, people singing. I hug my friends as they come in. I taste the chocolatey goodness from a cupcake - yum!
Earblasting and funny record music fills the room. So loud the floor is vibrating. But is that only the music? Is my drink shaking just from the bubbles and fizz? I think I can hear clattering from below. A muffled crash.
I creep out of the party room, grabbing some more cake on my way of course, and sneak downstairs. The metallic sounds get louder. The cake is sweet in my mouth, but there is a knot in my stomach. I smell smoke, and the air is warm.
I peek around the corner, and see a strange piece of machinery. Someone is there, because all the machinery is on. I see coins cooling, they make a tinging sound. I really want to see what else is in there, but suddenly I hear my friend's dad yell "Get out of here!" I run for my life, back up to the party, where everyone is dancing like they don't care.
Suddenly, strong and sturdy policemen burst into the room, yelling and shouting. But we are just a bunch of small children in our fancy dresses and suits. Bouncy curled hair, snappy shoes and spotless socks. I quietly take another cake.
I'm just a kid, so nobody asks me nothing.
From writing by students of Horndon on-the-Hill C of E Primary School
