IT WAS EMILY... A LOVELY STORY WRITTEN BY OUR STUDENT FROM 2ºB ELENA SANCHEZ

 

It was Emily's first time on a plane she was so excited she couldn’t sleep at all. Instead, she just looked down to see those cotton candy clouds that were usually above her. If she closed her eyes she could even taste them, melting in her mouth. While she was daydreaming about cotton candy and sweets suddenly her phone rang. 

“I suppose it’s mum, she told me she would call me as soon as she could” she thought.

But it wasn’t her mum, if poor Alice had known what was about to happen she would have never responded to that call, but unfortunately, bad things happen when you least expect them to. 

“Hello?” she asked, but no answer was given, everything was oddly quiet and the only sound she could hear was the bad static coming from her phone.

“Hello?!” she repeated anxiously without receiving any answer.

 

Something was wrong, she quickly hung up, but it was already too late.

 As soon as she looked around she realized she was no longer on a plane, but in a weird old looking room. The room was filled with old magazines and lots of red and purple streamers on its sides.There were no windows nor door, the only thing that connected the room with the outside was a small fireplace with a small fire burning in it. The only thing in the centre was a small table with a cup of tea and a shortbread biscuit .Emily was starving and ate it all at once, she felt guilty, but promised herself to pay the owners as soon as she could.  After meticulously inspecting the room she realised that there was no way of going out.

“ As soon as the owners arrive I’ll pay them the food and ask for directions to return home” Emily thought.

 

So she waited, and waited, and finally fell asleep. While she was having the greatest of dreams something woke her up. It seemed as if the owners of the room had arrived. Emily was going to yell to get their attention and tell them she was inside, but she freezed. It was this awkward feeling again, something was wrong, if she made the slightest sound she wouldn’t be able to go alive. Outside the room she could hear cold steps, as if their feet were crawling. Emily almost passed out, as soon as the steps were far enough she searched the room for a way out, a hole or a trap door, something big enough for her to escape. As she was looking between the old magazines she saw a padlock symbol on one of them, it was the same symbol as in the chimney.

 

Emily slowly turned around and looked at the roaring fireplace. She took a deep breath and went into it. Emily had never experienced so much pain in her entire life, it was as if her skin was melting and millions of needles were making their way through her skin. She wanted to scream in pain and call for help, but the mysterious creatures were too close and as soon as they heard her they would definitely kill her. So biting her mouth and letting tears roll through her cheeks she climbed up the chimney, almost choking and feeling like she was running out of air. The chimney seemed to have no end, but she eventually reached the top, just to see that she wasn’t where she imagined.

There was a huge plane with billions of creepy looking flowers, that were  laying in what seemed to be grass. The flowers seemed to sing a hipnotic when the wind blew, and if you paid attention to them you would realize that in their centre there were masks that seemed like human faces. If you looked far away you could spot some pink mountains hiding an orange and what seemed to be tall trees in front of them. There were lots of crazy things there, but no sign of life at all. Those beautiful flowers, those trees and the small dots that flew around her seemed to have no life at all.  She looked into the sky and saw not one, but three moons. Emily let herself drop into the roof and started crying like a baby; this wasn’t home, this wasn't anything like it