This week in class we have been doing some narrative writing this is my story. We got our inspiration from Andy Griffens. I hope you enjoy my story!

What’s in my box? – Part 2

Dear Diary,

Today I had a really weird and sad day today. It first started when I woke up, I had a normal morning as usual, I got my waffles and milk out and had breakfast. When I was getting change this is when it all started and my life feel apart. I put on my school clothes on ready for school, until I heard my mum screaming as loud as she could, I ran to her and saw what no kid would want to see.

My Grandpa, Grandma and dad were all dead, I saw blood on the bedroom floor and bones everywhere. I held my breath, until I woke up from my scary nightmare. I cried until the doorbell rang. I ran to the door thinking that I would get mail but instead of mail I got a big fat wooden box. I gave the box to my dad as it was for him, but as soon as he got in it was left in the basement.

It’s now been 24 hours and I’m still thinking what my dad got in the box. And I’m still wondering why my dad hasn’t open or looked in the box, maybe he wants to leave it for later. During the day I get home schooled as I live on a farm, it’s not that fun but I guess you get used to it. Thankfully now it’s dinner time and mum has made my favourite- roast chicken with our own farm grown vegetables. My Grandma, Grandpa, mum and dad all ate a lot because they were hungry.

It’s now about 9:45pm in the night and I’m about to go to bed, I first put my new soft blue pj’s that grandma made on and I jump into bed, I fall asleep straight away as I’m really tired. In the morning I slip down to the basement when no ones looking and open that box my dad got. Inside there was a beautiful soft blanket that hasn’t been used before. I drag it all the way up to my room were it was laid carefully on my bed.

That night I slept with it in my bedroom, but in the morning I was Elsy Boument no more but now I was a more prettier girl with blond hair, tanned skin and a beautiful pair of silky, soft and new yellow pj’s. I was shock what with this blanket could do so I threw it away before it did anything else.

It’s been 5 years since I have seen that blanket. My new look fadded away and all my wishes didn’t come true, but that’s okay I still have my family.
From Elsy Boumont xx

I hope you enjoyed my take on a diary entry ! Thanks for reading.