"Trap Door: Part 2" By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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Trap Door: Part 2

She trekked across the linoleum tiles of the kitchen floor to the other side of the room, and pulled with all her might to get the key drawer open.

She rummaged through, finding only brass, silver and copper keys, all modern and metal. Where could it be? thought Kitty. Surely Mum didn’t hide it?

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw a black flash of colour on the windowsill. She knew instantly what it was.

She jumped up onto the countertop and snatched the large rusty key off of the sill and bounded back over to the Trap Door.

She put the key in to the lock and twisted it. A loud creak was heard and some cogs were heard turning behind the door.

Kitty grasped the handle and pulled. The door opened into a passageway that was glowing purples, whites, blacks and blues. Little stars pinpricked the vast dimension and ghost voices echoed and bounced off of the walls.

There was then another door in front of her. This opened to another and another and another… and so on. the last door was just okay for Kitty to go through, and she hugely anticipated what she’d see when she entered.

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The last door opened onto a checkered hallway, and, as Kitty ambled through, she sensed that is was not empty. Voices whispered, No! Don’t go, Miss! Think of your peril!

Kitty ignored the voices and carried on. A house — just like hers — was in plain view in front of her. And so were a lot of things there.

There was next door’s cat, a ginger Tomcat with a plastered tail and one eye a smidgen bigger than the other (but so cute). There was the twisted yew tree (if you ate its berries you would die from poisoning). She could see the many flats above hers. And the crazy old Puppy Man (rest assured that if you offended him he would throw one of his many puppies at you. And, if you were kind, he’d give you a puppy free)!

There was a lovely smell drifting from the Other Kitchen. She got onto her feet again and strolled towards the Other House in the Other World.

In the Other Kitchen, a lanky man, with bags under his eyes and a long La Roux-like hairstyle gone wrong. Obviously it was her Other Dad.

“Hello, Kitty,” he leered “We’ve been expecting you.”
“Erm…hello.” Kitty said.
“Hello, Kitty,” came a voice from the Other Lounge. “It is lovely to finally have you here.”

Kitty stared as her Other Mum smiled a smile with her rows of too white, too long, too pointy teeth.

Kitty wondered where she was. She wondered what she thought was strange about her Other Parents. She looked ever so closely at them both, and suddenly realized.

Their eyes were made of black glass.

“Erm…what’s cooking?”
“There’s raspberry, loganberry, strawberry and blueberry pavlova in the oven. Back bacon and chips cooking in the grill. And in the other oven over there, is my famous Honey-Glazed Chicken with Sage and Onion stuffing. Cranberry sauce is in the saucepan.”

That’s a very interesting menu Kitty thought. Chicken and bacon?

“Sounds…lovely.”

And so it was. Even better than her Real Father’s home cooking. Much, much better. The bacon was used as the starter, and it was thin, crispy, smoky and delicious.

The chicken was the main course. Kitty could feel the honey melting slowly in her mouth, and the chicken was so succulent…

And Kitty’s favourite part: the berry pavlova. The biscuit base and meringue pattern around the edge combined brilliantly. The berries very slowly glided down her throat.

All in all, the dinner was the best food she’d ever had in her whole life. She yearned for seconds but thought it too rude to ask.

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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