Stranded, captured, tugged, sprinted, mumbling . . . Ashleigh's verbs are the force of this story.
Ashleigh G
Stranded. Stranded in an old abandoned carpark. We were captured by the man in the black balaclava, ragged shirt and baggy pants. He gave us a dog for company, but that’s it. We get beaten and every week one of us goes missing. We don’t know where but all we hear are screams
and then silence. All of us want to know what happens but we can’t.
The guy pulled me down the stairs to a dark, stinky room. He tugged on his dagger but it was stuck. He let go of my arm to use both hand and, in fear, I sprinted, towards the light. I heard two shots. They missed. I got to the top of the stairs, told everyone what had happened and told them to hide. He walked off mumbling. We heard the car’s exhaust pipe bang, the engine start and drive off. We came out of hiding and ran as far away as we could from the carpark. We had finally escaped.
Ashleigh G
and then silence. All of us want to know what happens but we can’t.
The guy pulled me down the stairs to a dark, stinky room. He tugged on his dagger but it was stuck. He let go of my arm to use both hand and, in fear, I sprinted, towards the light. I heard two shots. They missed. I got to the top of the stairs, told everyone what had happened and told them to hide. He walked off mumbling. We heard the car’s exhaust pipe bang, the engine start and drive off. We came out of hiding and ran as far away as we could from the carpark. We had finally escaped.
Ashleigh G
