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The hours flew by as I climbed into my bed diving under my covers. BOOM! A blast exploded from my neighbours house. Peering through my bedroom window I discovered silence had reigned throughout the entire street. What was that?! Was it an explosion? A science experiment? I wondered in curiosity. A thought suddenly struck me like thunder. At school, we had a project to mix elements and record what we found out! Realising my silly mistake I drifted off to sleep, pillow closing into my head.
DING-A-LING! My alarm clock screamed in my ears as I jumped out of bed ready for a brand new day! Deciding to go over to Winter's house, I dashed down the street as I noticed a peculiar event. The Packpun family had gone out for their daily run (as usual) and had worn their sports clothes (as usual) and were running in a straight line in unison!? That was not normal like every other family who went out for morning runs. The pattern continued nonstop,left ,right ,left ,right ,left ,right. Not a single hair out of line followed by shining clothes glittering in the burning sun.
They were neater than Winter and she’s the neatest, most organised, cleanest person I had ever met in my whole 12 years. Realising they’re all just neat freaks, I skipped happily towards Winter's house. Suddenly, an arm reached out to grab me as it yanked me toward their room. “I FOUND SOMETHING TERRIFYING!!!! DURING THE NIGHT YOUR NEW NEIGHBOURS NAKED CAT HAS FUR!” Winter panted. My eyes widened as my jaw fell to the ground. I’d had enough! Racing back home I climbed my tree next to the Packpuns families gate to plan out my actions.
Glancing over to their window I discovered the most horrifying sight. The father had turned into a ghost, mother into a witch and the two daughters into witch-ghosts. My heart skipped a beat, a lump had formed into my throat and my breathing became more intense. I had found out their secret at last.
“rmrmfhfhfjdkfdj…turn..skfdkfjdisjijeifjdif..every…djkfjdkj…one…skskfsjsl…into….skfjd..toad!” Mrs Packpun murmered. My body froze in fear as it turned as still as a statue. “Turn…djkfjdskakjd…them…skfjdkfjskajkj…into…kfsdjklfdj…ghosts!” Mr Packpun whispered. My hands shook, as sweat dripped down my face. “How about toad ghosts?!” the daughters suggested. It was clear that the Packpun family definitely had plans. Scrambling down the branch of my tree, I leapt into my house.
Suddenly, a horrible thought struck me like a bolt of lightning. Mum had informed me of a barbeque lunch with the Packpun family next Saturday! Dipping my face in a sink of water, I sat down on my silky sheets imagining the possible consequences. Gathering the last of my courage I began to plan a way to make sure nobody gets turned into ANYTHING! It was my job to save everyone in Forestville no matter what!
DING-A-LING! My alarm clock screamed in my ears as I jumped out of bed ready for a brand new day! Deciding to go over to Winter's house, I dashed down the street as I noticed a peculiar event. The Packpun family had gone out for their daily run (as usual) and had worn their sports clothes (as usual) and were running in a straight line in unison!? That was not normal like every other family who went out for morning runs. The pattern continued nonstop,left ,right ,left ,right ,left ,right. Not a single hair out of line followed by shining clothes glittering in the burning sun.
They were neater than Winter and she’s the neatest, most organised, cleanest person I had ever met in my whole 12 years. Realising they’re all just neat freaks, I skipped happily towards Winter's house. Suddenly, an arm reached out to grab me as it yanked me toward their room. “I FOUND SOMETHING TERRIFYING!!!! DURING THE NIGHT YOUR NEW NEIGHBOURS NAKED CAT HAS FUR!” Winter panted. My eyes widened as my jaw fell to the ground. I’d had enough! Racing back home I climbed my tree next to the Packpuns families gate to plan out my actions.
Glancing over to their window I discovered the most horrifying sight. The father had turned into a ghost, mother into a witch and the two daughters into witch-ghosts. My heart skipped a beat, a lump had formed into my throat and my breathing became more intense. I had found out their secret at last.
“rmrmfhfhfjdkfdj…turn..skfdkfjdisjijeifjdif..every…djkfjdkj…one…skskfsjsl…into….skfjd..toad!” Mrs Packpun murmered. My body froze in fear as it turned as still as a statue. “Turn…djkfjdskakjd…them…skfjdkfjskajkj…into…kfsdjklfdj…ghosts!” Mr Packpun whispered. My hands shook, as sweat dripped down my face. “How about toad ghosts?!” the daughters suggested. It was clear that the Packpun family definitely had plans. Scrambling down the branch of my tree, I leapt into my house.
Suddenly, a horrible thought struck me like a bolt of lightning. Mum had informed me of a barbeque lunch with the Packpun family next Saturday! Dipping my face in a sink of water, I sat down on my silky sheets imagining the possible consequences. Gathering the last of my courage I began to plan a way to make sure nobody gets turned into ANYTHING! It was my job to save everyone in Forestville no matter what!