Creaking open the old, wooden door, sniffing to get a clue,
as what to expect for dinner. I sneaked into the dining room, picked up a plate
and helped myself from the pot sitting on the hotplate. I gulped down the
brown, gooey mess of food then carefully left the room, going back the way I
came, trying not to be seen. I quietly got back into bed.
Brown! I heard my name being shouted, I wondered, why?
Suddenly the housemaster appeared, hauled me downstairs, asked the reason I was
in the dining room, when I should have been asleep.
He made me open the cupboard door, I spotted the camera.
Caught red- handed!
How unlucky were you Temi! Well written with a good choice of powerful verbs e.g. hauled. I love the ending. Well done. Mrs. Weeks
ReplyDeleteTemi,
ReplyDeleteA wonderful 100WC story with a true beginning, middle and end which is hard to achieve in just 100 words! Loved how you used lots of description, too. I enjoyed reading this a lot - keep up the excellent work!
Laura A, Team100, Luxembourg