"Trap Door (Part One)" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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Trap Door [Part One]

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If anyone had asked Kitty Swann what she’d like to do when she grew up, she wouldn’t have any trouble in giving them a straightforward answer. She would simply say, “My ambition is to be an explorer.”

Kitty’s mother, Casey Swann, was an author on biology. She hardly ever had any time to read Kitty stories, watch a movie or play with her. She was always far too engrossed in reading a book on biological studies or some sort of Anna Jacobs novel, or writing a report on daisies, crocuses, tulips and such.

Her father, Ben Swann, was a worker in the local café, with a specialty in making latté. In his spare time, he would cook — her mother couldn’t cook. When she did it was almost always a microwave package. He did like to garden a lot; he was an author as well, on the art of cooking.

Kitty has her opinions about everything. The new flat, for instance, had many doubtful opinions and didn’t deserve a second glance.

It had indeterminate pink and green wallpaper, which was peeling in the corners of the wall.

Draught entered through the bottom of the door, and one of the bedroom floors upstairs was dangerously rotted with damp and could collapse at any second. This made it uninhabitable.

There were many doors in this flat. One for the kitchen, two for the one master and one single bedrooms, one for the en-suite bathroom. And then there was the Trap Door.

Kitty’s parents had very strict instructions for Kitty to never enter the Trap Door.

Kitty wasn’t the type of person to obey orders, but she decided not to make Casey and Ben angry.

If Casey was aggravated by something that Kitty did, she would almost always say something like:
“Kitty, how many times have I told you not to use the bread-knife on the cheese?”

But Kitty didn’t listen, as usual, and slit open her forefinger.

But her mother would usually forgive her and say something like:
“Oh, Kitty, you silly girl! Let’s make you some frothy cocoa.”

Casey was an easy forgiver.

Kitty had peeked a few times through the keyhole of the Trap Door but could only see the motes of dust floating against black nothingness.

2

As I’ve told you, Kitty wasn’t the type of girl to obey orders.

When her mother was out shopping to buy her a new pair of shoes for when she started Year Seven in a few months, she stole away into the kitchen.

The kitchen was home to the key drawer, in which she hoped to find the key of the Trap Door.

To be contined.........

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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