My Christmas Adventure

The house was silent apart frim the rustling leaves in the trees, and the sharp, whistling wind. It was the night before Christmas and not a sound could be heard from the house, on the street and in fact all around. A misty black scene had covered the sky, the lamplight was nothing against the big cowering dark. This blue shadowy darkness seemed ready, ready to pounce on this unsuspecting town. In this house lived a boy. A boy called Jamie. He was 9 years of age, and lived in a quaint little house. Only Jamie’s house wasn’t so quaint anymore. Or at least it didn’t feel like it. The rustling trees echoed in Jamie’s mind and the chilled wind struck Jamie’s spine. He huddled up on the sofa and pulled the blanket around himself for extra warmth.

Jamie was on his own. His parents were some last minute Christmas shopping like they always did on Christmas Eve. He was scared. The darkness and the rustling had played a crucial part in Jamie’s mind. Were his friends his enemies? He wasn’t sure. He know anyone could be our there, he was frightened and lonely. He thought that maybe no one was his friend. He had to protect himself from those he thought were his enemies, and so he decided to step this up a notch. He dashed upstairs as fast as a bullet and started digging through his pile of old, wasted toys. First a skipping rope, then cuddly dog with a missing eye. A baseball bat, a Ping-Pong bat, a Barbie! “At last my helmet” he cried eager to try it on. He was ready for anything apart from the whining wind and the rustling trees, for the night was old, the lights were dimmed the sky was dark. There’s only one thing to do he thought as he rushed out the door. “Super Jamie to the rescue! “He slammed the door behind him on search for his first victim. He also accidentally locked himself out.

Jamie’s mind was racing and his heart was pumping, so fast he thought he might have a heart attack. He always did stupid things like this. Jamie thought why wasn’t he normal like other kids? He sighed loudly and looked wondrously at the stars. They were shining proudly amongst the cowering darkness like a symbol of hope. He knew he couldn’t give up now, but what was he going to do. he decided to pick up every last scrap of courage and start walking. He didn’t know where he was going but was completely silent. It was the dead of the night and the now pitch black sky loomed mockingly over the town, murmuring voices, unfamiliar faces. What was he going to do? He couldn’t go back now.

He kept against the wall like he was stuck to it. Tip-tap-tip-tap wend his feet as they trotted along next to the wall. Suddenly an unfamiliar noise hit him. It was a screeching crackling sound coming from in front of him. He decided to see what it was but there was nothing there that made this sound, all that there was was a great, big, tall unused electricity pylon. “Electricity pylon!” he asked himself unsure. It looked massive, the looming object was coming down and fast. He watched in awe as the pylon come tumbling down. “No!” he cried as the pylon slammed into his face, his vision was blurry and his head was aching. He gently gasped before he fell to the ground unconscious.

He opened his eyes. He was still there, the pylon hadn’t killed him. He looked around quietly. No one was there. He was on his own. He layed down on the soft grass, his last drop of comfort in the harshness of the dark. He lay still and looked at the stars and remembered. He knew what to do as long as he had one drop of courage in his veins. He had to go home. He walked steadily squelching across the grass, it was sloppy and muddy but he didn’t mind, for his mind was set on home. Tip-tap-tip-tap went his feet, he was more determind than ever. Suddenly a car came, “mum, dad?” he murmured vaguely but he knew it couldn’t be them. Hang on! he thought, it was! “Mum Dad!” he cried, and sure enough it was them, but when he got in the car he wasn’t getting the same response he’d hope to have had. “Why are you out thre on your own at night?”, his mum yelled shocked. “Why are you not in bed?” bellowed his dad infuriated. He knew he’d have to tell them some time but now that was completely different matter.

James Watson, 2016