Black and white life

Camilla sat on the stairs watching waiting for something to happen, something to make her life a little less boring. But as always nothing did happen.

Camilla was an ordinary 13-year-old girl. She had nothing exciting about her. She lived in the middle of the countryside with her adoptive mother, just her and her mum. They were not rich, but they were not poor they were normal. Camilla saw her life as awful as a maths lesson, learning algebra or something even more boring then that. Her life was like a black and white film, but maybe a black and white film was better than she thought.
Camilla had nothing to do she stood patiently in the centre of her room and thought, thought about the movie she had watched the night before. The movie was about a boy who had been kidnapped while on a walk in the dark with his dog. She had the strangest idea. Maybe if she went on a walk just before her bedtime then she would be taken, taken away into a different life. A life full of colour, fun and lifelong happiness. She cleared her thoughts and said to herself “It’s just a dream”.

Camilla moved from her awkward standing position and decided to sit on her windowsill, staring out into the distance. She studied every field and patch of trees with her eyes. She had seen it all before nothing exciting. Suddenly her eyes flickered to a tree, this tree looked old and scarier then the others. There was a small shed underneath the large oak tree, Camilla had never seen this odd hut before.

Before she knew it, she was pulling her wellies on over her socks and zipping up her brown fluffy jacket she wrapped her stripy scarf round her neck and raced out the front door with out telling her mum. Of she went, running into the shadowed woods it was almost dark. Camilla thought if she was quick, she could get back before dark, she was wrong.
She no longer had fields surrounding her and a clear view of her normal looking house. Trees towered over her and her home was no longer in sight. Camilla never got scared, but when the wind blew and whistled through the trees, shivers ran up her spine. She powered on and the strange looking shed was in sight. As she approached the hut she had a feeling of regret flash through her thoughts but that didn’t stop her from kicking the door trying to open it, it was stiff but when she managed to open it she was proud that she was so strong, As the door slowly creaked open and she stepped in to getter a better look of what was inside. Her eyes adjusted and she saw it. she tried to run, she tried to scream but she was frozen. She wished to be back in her bed, warm and cosy. Maybe her normal life was better after all.

By Beth Nasey