The life changing explosion!
When I was ten we moved from a top floor flat in a high-rise block in the middle of Glasgow to the green fields of Surrey. My dad, a specialist in agricultural engineering, had got himself a job on a farm instead of an industrial factory. The worst decision of his life it turned out. And mine.
My name is Millie Montgomery, and I’m twelve now. I love cities, music, people, shopping, coffee shops. I hate, hate, hate the countryside. Or at least I thought I did… But last week something quite extraordinary happened, or rather I met someone utterly amazing. Yes, it was a boy – Ralph Phillips, 13 and gorgeous – but it wasn’t his great sense of humour or his ridiculously good looks that were so life-changing. It was his secret magical power that allowed me to see everything that’s amazing around us here in Surrey. Who would have guessed I’d meet someone like him at the local community centre, the place we were all sent when the local fireworks factory caught fire. A fire, it turns out, that was not as accidental as everyone thought… As the night sky filled with a million patterns and every colour you can imagine, Ralph and I started our thrilling, mind-blowing journey…
We had one question that we were determined to find out. Who would burn the firework factory and why? Curiosity brought me to go investigate the firework factory desperate for an answer. As we came up to the dark gloomy factory we scrambled through a hole in the wall. Inside it seemed like a deserted ghost town. As we searched the factory, black with ash and scorch marks, we saw a rusty metal door. As we opened it made a horrible creaking sound, it sounded a bit like a decrepit old fence swaying in the wind. And there stood an old man with a brilliant ginger moustache cackling like a crow. I leaped back with fright, a shiver racing down my spine.
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BANG! Pillars of smoke erupted from the factory, engulfed in flames. I screamed. Instantly, I regretted it. Ash sank down my throat, mingling with my bloodstream. And then we saw him… A man wearing a mask that radiated evil, was hidden in the depths of the shadows. He was guiding the flames with a strange contraption on his wrist. I gasped. Alarms wailed in the background. Everything was a blur. My eyes, stung with soot, struggled to stay open. The world went black as the flames erupted before me. I was brought back to the present, my body strapped to the hospital bed.
She ran as far as her legs would carry her. Her lungs were aching for air, she wanted to stop but she couldn’t. Danger was chasing after her….
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Although I didn't even want to look at my fathers face right now I wanted answers and I couldn't keep myself questioning for much longer. "Why?"..."TELL ME WHY!". I screamed at the top of my lungs to my fathers wretched face. "Of course I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't even know you were in there and I didn't have the intension to hurt anyone!" I slouched with a confused face staring into my fathers innocent looking eyes however I knew that he was far from innocent. As we explained to each other for what seemed like hours , my face suddenly dropped as the unforgiving truth came a reality. I cant believe my own father ,the person who I spent my whole childhood with, the person who told me to be a polite and kind young woman would do something this tragic...
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She sat on the sofa cradling her self in a fit of grief . Her heart was still aching from the harrowing episode of which had just occurred she had settled on the fact she was nothing but a mistake she stepped outside suddenly her legs started moving-picking up the face she was running of fear of the dreaded truth.all of a sudden she fell and started mourning once again. she picked up her phone and dialed the number, the number her dad would dread. The sense if darkness started to creep up her spine wrapping her up as if she was a baby being held for the first time. BANG!!!!!! A gunshot echoed and all that could be heard was the ringing of the phone.
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