The Night of Escaping

My parents both died when I was little. I had been left on the doorstep and an elderly widow scooped me up from there and brought me to an orphanage. I am now known as Clara. In my orphanage life, many of us children dislike each other. The lady who brought up the house was called Mrs. Pikes. Nobody likes her very much. For little things like talking after the lights had gone out, or playing naughty pranks, you got punished.

How? Well, we weren’t allowed to talk to anybody for two whole days or eat anything. But you could only drink water. Oh, it was so terrible.

One night, after the lights had gone out and I was sure I had heard the tip toes of Mrs.Pikes going to bed, we all started an argument.

“Why can’t anyone take us to a new home?”

“Mrs.Pikes is so mean.”

“She’s such a grouch”

“I wanted to get away from here!”

I ignored all these bad remarks and suddenly had an idea.

“Hey! Everybody, listen up! You know we can get away from here!” I waved my hands frantically, trying to get attention.

“Bossy Boots face has finally uttered a word.” I heard someone say. I ignored them again. If you want to get anywhere you just have to ignore people.

I banged my pen on my drawer hard. Fortunately Mrs.Pikes was a sound sleeper and wouldn’t hear a thing.

“Oh! Okay. Lets listen to Bossy Boots.” Someone else said. Heads turned towards my direction.

“Now everybody,” I raised my voice a little. “We don’t like Mrs.Pikes, do we?”

I expected to hear a thunderous “NO!” but this small show off called Katie whispered something about me to the rest and everybody started cheering. I frowned and then decided to continue my speech.

“We can get away by escaping. I have a few tricks that nobody…”

But I never did continue my speech that night because someone flung open the door…

Oh dear! It was Mrs.Pikes. What was she going to say????