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Forest hill street was always the most normal place in the world. There was no nonsense and no peculiarities. The sun glazed the smooth tiles as the blazed high above them. Rows of fine and handsome houses lined the street. It was Saturday and many neighbours were labouring at their green lawns. Today was the best day of Greta’s the week. One, she did not have school two,shewould spend the day with my favourite neighbour Mrs Schwartz. Mrs Schwartz was a kind old lady that lived next door. She was something like the best grandmother in the world. She lived in a handsome house that stood out from all the other houses. It had fruits and roses bushes in its yard that shimmered with droplets of water in the morning. Inside the house was four bedrooms, Mrs Schwartz sleeped in a different one each night. On a hot a summers day you could slip into Mrs Schwartz’s pool.
At nine o’clock she hurried next door. Mrs Schwatz seemed oddly strange. Something was out of place. Greta knew she was elderly but something was DEFINITELY wrong. “How is your Monday going dear?”she wheezed . “But it's Saturday Mrs Schwartz.”I exclaimed.
“We’ll get moving on dearie, let's have some tea.”She cheerfully,almost too cheerfully. She turned to pour some green tea into my porcelain cup. She could not help but notice her hands was shaking and at one point she nearly dropped the kettle.“Thanks.”She could only muster a weak,small smile.
Then things got worse. Mrs Schwartz began shaking, she fell to the floor. The shaking intensified.It looked like she was an old-fashioned clock. Her chest was heaving up and down. Greta phoned the ambulance hurriedly. Mrs Schwartz had al- ready passed out. When the ambulance arrived, a paramedic winked at her and said “You have done a good job.”
News of the incident spread quickly around Forest Hill street all thanks to the nosiest `neighbour of all, Alice Romanov. Then a even bigger news struck Forest Hill street, tcMrs Schwartz was selling her house for a nice life in the countryside. When the new neighbour moved in Greta sensed something wicked and evil that she radiated at everyone who dared to approach her. She boarded up the windows of her house, grew thorns and prickly pears a far cry from a “lawn”. She put a prickly fence around the pool. She always sat on the balcony waving and smiling (that’s what she calls a smile,) her face twists with an expression of disgust and delight.
She was a tall middle-aged lady that walked with her chin held high. Her hair was raven black and her eyes were purple. She walked around with a cat fur handbag. She always claimed she was a foreign cat breeder. “She might be a witch you know, look at her cat, it's BLACK!” She reasoned to herself.
Even the neighbours were talking about her. “She seems nice, the other day she was Ioffering to mow my lawn!’’ Alice Romanov cried loudly. “But Miako Smith is very rude”noted Mrs Johnson bitterly. “ I don’t know what to think of her '' Mr Johnson cut ein. “But HER lawn is horrible!”Mr Johnson added.
To her disappointment she was woken up by strange noises and a riot of animals barking and squeaking. What was the problem? It’s Sunday. Animals barking at this unearthly hour. A loud cackle and a swish of a broom. Little did Greta De Medici know what was happening…
Maiko Smith was lounging in a black armchair,next door. Surrounded by a hoard of cats and dogs.“For thousands of years witches helped people until… the darks days began, Tens of thousands of witches were killed by a mysterious boy on a steed.” She said evilly. “Children ARE THE CAUSE OF THE fall of MY ancestors I PLEDGE BY THE THREE HAGS THAT I WILL KILL ALL CHILDREN IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD!!!”Maiko shouted. “My slaves get to work immediately. I need another three thousand vials of potion.” Her anger had cooled slightly. The cats and dogs stared mutinously at her and began working. Smiling to herself she began to set an ingenious trap.
Back up the winding staircase of Greta’s house she lay asleep and couldn’t bear the racket. A minuscule black cat with its luminous orange eyes stared up at her. It blinked and she fell to sleep. The next day she felt a horrible stare following her to
Science
Art.
English.
Maths.
Lunch.
She held onto sanity and wanted to let go into the depths of insanity. A voice was inside her head “kill, ensnare,murder!”the voice shouted louder and louder. She looked around at the mass of students. They too seemed to be tortured by the voice.
The voice abruptly changed. “I give you a week to prepare before I strike and kill all of you!” Menacing spiders erupted around the lunch hall. Screams of terror choked the atmosphere. Suspiciousness crept up her throat
Time being, time did not slow down for the children at Greta's school.Each day seemed like a few seconds. Disappearances of students, freak weather plagued they school. “Another few disappearances from forest hill street, hurricanes are heading towards the school.” Greta's heartbeat drowned the reporter's posh nasal voice. Who would be next? What would happen at the end of the week? Greta heard more and more cackling next door and went to investigate and there Miako stood in the living room in a billowing black coat and stirring a pot full of what seemed like nothing. Her suspicions confirmed, Miako was a witch.
The last day of the week. Doomsday. Miako stood in the middle of the road ready to bring forth a calamity and bring justice to her ancestors. Purple liquid swirled from every corner of the town wrapping around each soul of a kid ready to it from the body. Meanwhile just as the children were outside playing, a huge hurricane tore through the road to the school. This was not controlled by the witch, no. This was much worse, a being of the most evil rode his bony steed across the road burning the ground. It saw the school and Miako ready to attack. The hurricane swirled fiercely and broke the school into pieces. Screaming. Greta knew what to do. Out of the school she sprinted all the way to Miako. She tackled her to the ground. “Stop the hurricane, please stop!”she pleaded. Miako stared at the destruction of her . “ is not me.” “I must go to help, I was blinded by anger.” “This was the events that happened in the time of the dark age.” “Not a boy on a steed but an evil.”
Back at the school the children had formed a human chain in front of evil. Despite the teachers shouting, Greta ran to Miakos side. “My school!!”Yelled the principally as the hurricane destroyed his office. The students cheered as all the confiscated stuff flew out. “I can help you Miako and everyone hold on!” Greta and Miako joined the human chain. “Now everyone focus on expelling evil and the hurricane.” Miako addressed. As they all focused a invisible hand pushed and squished the hurricane and evil. Opening their eyes they found that they were standing in a newly repaired playground. They had done it!!
Forest hill street was not always normal. Instead of neat lawns, the residents grew beautiful fruits and vegetables. Morning dew sparkled. Miako smith did that too and invited (especially Greta) and the local children to tea. Instead of a bleak school children painted their own classroom. Forest hill street was a vibrant place. Perhaps you would like to visit.
At nine o’clock she hurried next door. Mrs Schwatz seemed oddly strange. Something was out of place. Greta knew she was elderly but something was DEFINITELY wrong. “How is your Monday going dear?”she wheezed . “But it's Saturday Mrs Schwartz.”I exclaimed.
“We’ll get moving on dearie, let's have some tea.”She cheerfully,almost too cheerfully. She turned to pour some green tea into my porcelain cup. She could not help but notice her hands was shaking and at one point she nearly dropped the kettle.“Thanks.”She could only muster a weak,small smile.
Then things got worse. Mrs Schwartz began shaking, she fell to the floor. The shaking intensified.It looked like she was an old-fashioned clock. Her chest was heaving up and down. Greta phoned the ambulance hurriedly. Mrs Schwartz had al- ready passed out. When the ambulance arrived, a paramedic winked at her and said “You have done a good job.”
News of the incident spread quickly around Forest Hill street all thanks to the nosiest `neighbour of all, Alice Romanov. Then a even bigger news struck Forest Hill street, tcMrs Schwartz was selling her house for a nice life in the countryside. When the new neighbour moved in Greta sensed something wicked and evil that she radiated at everyone who dared to approach her. She boarded up the windows of her house, grew thorns and prickly pears a far cry from a “lawn”. She put a prickly fence around the pool. She always sat on the balcony waving and smiling (that’s what she calls a smile,) her face twists with an expression of disgust and delight.
She was a tall middle-aged lady that walked with her chin held high. Her hair was raven black and her eyes were purple. She walked around with a cat fur handbag. She always claimed she was a foreign cat breeder. “She might be a witch you know, look at her cat, it's BLACK!” She reasoned to herself.
Even the neighbours were talking about her. “She seems nice, the other day she was Ioffering to mow my lawn!’’ Alice Romanov cried loudly. “But Miako Smith is very rude”noted Mrs Johnson bitterly. “ I don’t know what to think of her '' Mr Johnson cut ein. “But HER lawn is horrible!”Mr Johnson added.
To her disappointment she was woken up by strange noises and a riot of animals barking and squeaking. What was the problem? It’s Sunday. Animals barking at this unearthly hour. A loud cackle and a swish of a broom. Little did Greta De Medici know what was happening…
Maiko Smith was lounging in a black armchair,next door. Surrounded by a hoard of cats and dogs.“For thousands of years witches helped people until… the darks days began, Tens of thousands of witches were killed by a mysterious boy on a steed.” She said evilly. “Children ARE THE CAUSE OF THE fall of MY ancestors I PLEDGE BY THE THREE HAGS THAT I WILL KILL ALL CHILDREN IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD!!!”Maiko shouted. “My slaves get to work immediately. I need another three thousand vials of potion.” Her anger had cooled slightly. The cats and dogs stared mutinously at her and began working. Smiling to herself she began to set an ingenious trap.
Back up the winding staircase of Greta’s house she lay asleep and couldn’t bear the racket. A minuscule black cat with its luminous orange eyes stared up at her. It blinked and she fell to sleep. The next day she felt a horrible stare following her to
Science
Art.
English.
Maths.
Lunch.
She held onto sanity and wanted to let go into the depths of insanity. A voice was inside her head “kill, ensnare,murder!”the voice shouted louder and louder. She looked around at the mass of students. They too seemed to be tortured by the voice.
The voice abruptly changed. “I give you a week to prepare before I strike and kill all of you!” Menacing spiders erupted around the lunch hall. Screams of terror choked the atmosphere. Suspiciousness crept up her throat
Time being, time did not slow down for the children at Greta's school.Each day seemed like a few seconds. Disappearances of students, freak weather plagued they school. “Another few disappearances from forest hill street, hurricanes are heading towards the school.” Greta's heartbeat drowned the reporter's posh nasal voice. Who would be next? What would happen at the end of the week? Greta heard more and more cackling next door and went to investigate and there Miako stood in the living room in a billowing black coat and stirring a pot full of what seemed like nothing. Her suspicions confirmed, Miako was a witch.
The last day of the week. Doomsday. Miako stood in the middle of the road ready to bring forth a calamity and bring justice to her ancestors. Purple liquid swirled from every corner of the town wrapping around each soul of a kid ready to it from the body. Meanwhile just as the children were outside playing, a huge hurricane tore through the road to the school. This was not controlled by the witch, no. This was much worse, a being of the most evil rode his bony steed across the road burning the ground. It saw the school and Miako ready to attack. The hurricane swirled fiercely and broke the school into pieces. Screaming. Greta knew what to do. Out of the school she sprinted all the way to Miako. She tackled her to the ground. “Stop the hurricane, please stop!”she pleaded. Miako stared at the destruction of her . “ is not me.” “I must go to help, I was blinded by anger.” “This was the events that happened in the time of the dark age.” “Not a boy on a steed but an evil.”
Back at the school the children had formed a human chain in front of evil. Despite the teachers shouting, Greta ran to Miakos side. “My school!!”Yelled the principally as the hurricane destroyed his office. The students cheered as all the confiscated stuff flew out. “I can help you Miako and everyone hold on!” Greta and Miako joined the human chain. “Now everyone focus on expelling evil and the hurricane.” Miako addressed. As they all focused a invisible hand pushed and squished the hurricane and evil. Opening their eyes they found that they were standing in a newly repaired playground. They had done it!!
Forest hill street was not always normal. Instead of neat lawns, the residents grew beautiful fruits and vegetables. Morning dew sparkled. Miako smith did that too and invited (especially Greta) and the local children to tea. Instead of a bleak school children painted their own classroom. Forest hill street was a vibrant place. Perhaps you would like to visit.