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James Sicily set his eyes on the prize a piece of Almonds best chocolate lay there on the teachers desk its gold wrapper shining. Easy,the teacher was busy talking on the other side of the room. He had to make a grab for it. Stretching his arms, he grabbed just as he tumbled of his chair. With and earsplitting crack his arm broke. Every kid in the classroom turned his or her head towards him.The teacher stared at him menacingly as she had just parted ways with her chocolate. Which now lay gooey on the floor. Eyes watering in pain he sighed as he was sent to hospital.
“Seriously James, another mischief incident. These are becoming too often James Bryon Sicily.” Groaned James Mum as she watched the doctor wrapping up her sons broken arm. “Right before the holidays, I thought you would put on better behaviour.” She added emphasising every word.
A small Toyota trundled along the dusty lane with way too much baggage that it bent the car slightly of balance. Looking out of the window, James felt crammed in the car, it was hot and stuffy. His spoilt sister greedily chomped on Almonds best chocolate she hadn’t broke a arm for. Mum was snoring loudly and dad was wearing sunglasses under a expressionless face. A minute seemed like an eternity. Finally they arrived at the holiday house. If you were thinking that the house was recently built you are wrong. The house was a grand georgian house that was built who knows thousands of years ago. Exploring the halls of the house James found ancient scottish tapestry, gilded cages and 13 grand bedrooms. But not a single cobweb was found.
Down the hallway, through the door of the 13th bedroom James found a bed readily made with silk sheets on the paper white pillow, a box velvet and smooth. Hairs tingled down his spine. He touched it gently.The window blew open. “Whoosh!” A fractured part of a door flew in. Elaborate runes glowed down the oak wood. And a paper tag, quite like the ones you find in shops read: Enter.
Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind. What was a door doing in his bedroom? Why should he enter a door without leaving the house?The door stared back at him. James didn’t know what he was thinking, but he wrenched open the door. Light flooded his vision. Down he went amongst a blaze of confusion. “Thud!”He landed on what seemed to be like water. Water droplets went flying everywhere. Fish got startled and swam away at top speed. James stared as his own two feet planted solidly on the waters surface. “Eeeeek!” A hideous sound echoed beneath the surface.
“Seriously James, another mischief incident. These are becoming too often James Bryon Sicily.” Groaned James Mum as she watched the doctor wrapping up her sons broken arm. “Right before the holidays, I thought you would put on better behaviour.” She added emphasising every word.
A small Toyota trundled along the dusty lane with way too much baggage that it bent the car slightly of balance. Looking out of the window, James felt crammed in the car, it was hot and stuffy. His spoilt sister greedily chomped on Almonds best chocolate she hadn’t broke a arm for. Mum was snoring loudly and dad was wearing sunglasses under a expressionless face. A minute seemed like an eternity. Finally they arrived at the holiday house. If you were thinking that the house was recently built you are wrong. The house was a grand georgian house that was built who knows thousands of years ago. Exploring the halls of the house James found ancient scottish tapestry, gilded cages and 13 grand bedrooms. But not a single cobweb was found.
Down the hallway, through the door of the 13th bedroom James found a bed readily made with silk sheets on the paper white pillow, a box velvet and smooth. Hairs tingled down his spine. He touched it gently.The window blew open. “Whoosh!” A fractured part of a door flew in. Elaborate runes glowed down the oak wood. And a paper tag, quite like the ones you find in shops read: Enter.
Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind. What was a door doing in his bedroom? Why should he enter a door without leaving the house?The door stared back at him. James didn’t know what he was thinking, but he wrenched open the door. Light flooded his vision. Down he went amongst a blaze of confusion. “Thud!”He landed on what seemed to be like water. Water droplets went flying everywhere. Fish got startled and swam away at top speed. James stared as his own two feet planted solidly on the waters surface. “Eeeeek!” A hideous sound echoed beneath the surface.