Emmy

Suddenly, the car grinded to a screeching halt. She looked down to the gauge on the car to find it flashing red. I wonder what’s wrong?  she thought to herself. Emmy gazed at the road in front of her, there was nothing; nothing but old tumbleweed, somersaulting across the dusty track. Trying to start the car again she rang the AA to come and rescue her. Then a car bonnet rose in the distance, this couldn’t be them, could it?

It took a while for the car to climb the hill, leading to Emmy. The ghostly, white face went and was gone and still there was no AA to rescue her. Time went by quickly and soon it was dusk, Emmy was starving, she needed to scavenge for food, edible food. Luckily she knew what she was looking for.

After a while it was dark, Emmy decided to go for a stroll in the midst of the darkness; even though it was a scorching hot desert, during the night it was like a freezer, an icy-cold freezer. Everything was quiet except the whisper coming from Emmy’s mouth, telling her to keep calm and carry on. Her feet ached beneath her as she walked further, further into the desert. Greasy, black smoke rose from the car which was now behind her.

As the sun started to elevate from the ground, Emmy felt like a lost little puppy in the middle of emptiness.  It had been two days since the car had broken down, yet she still hadn’t seen the AA. The atmosphere was broken when the ROAR! of a lorry moved quickly towards her. She dived onto the rocky track. Passing swiftly by, the lorry blew sand into her face.

Lorries come from a city, don’t they? she thought to herself. She followed the trail of oil that the lorry had left behind. 

Eventually, there was no oil left on the road, Emmy stopped in her tracks. All around her were skyscrapers towering above her, she began to feel worried. It was as if they were looking down at her, like when your parents tell you off. Screaming, she sprinted into the nearby supermarket, everything seemed giant now after she had been in the empty desert for so long.

After that, nothing seemed normal to Emmy anymore. Skyscrapers were immense monsters; cars were lions strutting down the street, heads held high.

By Jayme (Yr6)