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When I was ten, my great-aunt died and left me a house. I didn’t even know I had a great-aunt, until I came home from school and read her solicitor’s letter. It was headed ‘The late Miss Annabel Marriott.’
Dad was reading over my shoulder. ‘That’s my Aunt Annabel!’
Enclosed with the letter was a note in precise, old-fashioned handwriting. My grandmother left me this house and it changed my life. Now it’s yours. Use it well – and be brave! Annabel There was an address underneath - and a key taped beside it.
‘Can we go and see it?’ I whispered.

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Comment by Sarah Love Mandurah Cath Coll WA on October 16, 2009 at 7:01
Abbey Vergone & Grace Mullen –Yr7 Mandurah Catholic College Western Australia

It fit cosily on the edge of town, and creeped slightly into the next. A place away from civilisation where the sun barely touched its ground. I looked out, noticing how the trees swallowed our town, wondering how anyone could possibly live in such a miserable place. The trees soon opened up revealing an old yet timeless house, the rusted roof was thinning in places, and the glass in the windows was shattered. But yet it had a feeling of misplaced beauty .I stood there with a melancholy feeling, my dad walked to stand beside me looking at my hand. In which I held the tiny yet intricate brass key which would unleash the mysteries that this house beheld. “Are you alright?” asked my dad thoughtfully. I nodded shakily as I walked up the old warn steps of this intriguing house, placing the old brass key into hidden lock, pushing cobwebs aside as I went.
Comment by Caroline Roche on October 16, 2009 at 8:20
Story 6 – Gillian cross

My dad decided to explore upstairs, but I was more interested in exploring the garden. It was widely overgrown, weeds slept in every corner. Flowers were swaying in the midsummer breeze, whilst the leaves floated down form the tall trees. In the corner of the garden a small wooden shed tried to hide in the overgrowth. There was something curious about that shed. I pushed my way over, but don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to. I was being pulled … closer … closer until finally I reached the door. I slowly tugged the door, and it swung open, I jumped back in surprise, I stepped in, and heard the door behind me slam shut. I turned around and tugged at the door, no use! I turned around to look at the inside of the shed and found myself going back in time about 77 years…..

By Emily Smith and Jessie Walton (Year 8)
Comment by Anita Vine on October 16, 2009 at 9:37
I landed with a thump on a cold, grey pavement - bleak, and colourless houses surrounding me. I clumsily got to my feet, only to fall over again. “’Ey! You’re not from round ‘ere are you?” An old man looked at me like I was a alien. He was dressed in very dull and grey clothes and was smoking a long, black pipe. “N-no... I-I . . .C-came here by accident!”. He hobbled over to me and seized me brutally by my arm and dragged me across the road. He was muttering to himself angrily. Finally, we got to a house no different from any other. He banged viciously on the door until a young woman came to the door balancing a squealing baby on her hip. “’Ere! ‘Oo’s this then?” she exclaimed, fiercely pointing a dainty finger at me. “Some kid I found lying around in the gutter,” the old man grunted. “Well, you’d better come in then...”. I went in to the rickety house feeling worried that it would fall down as soon as you touched the wall with your little finger. “So, what is your name?” I asked politely.
“Annabelle Marriott.”...

By Lidija and Aidan
Comment by Craig Martin on October 16, 2009 at 10:37
I was pulled into a mucky room but was quite dazed and could not take in
my surroundings fully.A whirlwind was speeding around my head.Annabelle
Marriott,Annabelle Marriott,Annabelle Marriott that rung a bell.Then I got
it,my dads aunt!The owner of the house. I went in the shed now I'm here.
How did i get here? Where is here? My thoughts were inturrupted by a loud
cough from the old man "What shall we do with the kid?" He wispered to the
lady who claimed to be Annabelle,she sighed, "I don't know lets keep her
for now,besides I'm sure we'll get some money out of her.I was sitting on
a tatty chair thinking fast.Did I really want to be here?No I wanted to
get home.Using the excuse of going to the toilet I crept out of the house
into the now dark garden. Old milk pots were piled high on top of each
other,a farm I thought to myself -well hmmm maybe not.I was rushing out
the back gate when it creaked."Where you goin?" asked the old man " N-no
where"I replied.Moments later I found myself locked up in a dusty celler
with no food or drink.Great I thought.
by Lucille and Caroline
Hadleigh High
Comment by Anita Vine on October 16, 2009 at 11:26
I gasped, drawing in so much air I felt dizzy. Annabel glanced at me in suspicion, frowning so much you could hardly see her emerald eyes. “Oh. Well... would it be okay if I phoned Dad on my mobile-” I froze. “What’s a . . .a m-o-b-i-l-e?” she asked slowly. I ran out of the house and sprinted down the road as fast as my tight jeans would allow my legs to go. She desperately called after me: “’Ey! Where on earth are you goin’?” The baby that was still perched precariously on her hip was shrieking so much her voice was fading into a faint rasp. I’d messed with time! I’d said something that shouldn’t – no: couldn’t – have been said! I ran and ran and everything flew out of its place and whizzed past me. The ground started pulsing under my feet causing my ankles to twist unnaturally. The road was opening up I was falling down in the middle of it all. I knew this was the end. I knew what happened to people who messed with time and I didn’t want it to happen to me! Suddenly, my body lurched forward. I squeezed my eyelids together until...
By Aidan and Lidija
Comment by Bev Humphrey, Woolwich Poly, UK on October 16, 2009 at 14:27
I was gobsmacked it was like a sharp knife plunged in my back, A mobile, who don’t know what a mobile is. Okay i admit my aunt is old and tend to forget about thing. She must have one, doesn’t she? I walked arcos the road to get to the house, I saw a news paper on the floor I saw it I thought I was going mad I thought my eyes where blurry. The “date” I shouted in my head I panicked and telling my self “its going to be all right” I was shaking, knees knocking ........
Ronnie
Woolwich Poly
Comment by Linda Thiebaud on October 16, 2009 at 15:10
I scanned the newspaper rapidly, September 25th, 1900. My great aunt was that old?! My head felt as if it was spinning, why on earth did I say mobile? The strange woman was still following me, but then, suddenly, she tripped over a large rock dropping the small baby. I attempted to reach out to the infant becoming closer and closer to the chilling pavement, but I was immobilized. Then I realized, the baby could be my father, my grandfather, or anybody that had to do with me being alive now. The immobilization subsided, and I quickly caught the small child immediately before it fell to the paved road. The woman gasped. “Ey! W-why’d ye save me younglin?” I simply replied by saying something had made me feel it was the right thing to do. The woman and her young infant suddenly appeared to be swirling 'round and ‘round, along with the rest of the world around me. Suddenly, the world went pitch black. I awoke atop a potato sack with a man, somewhat like my father, hovering over me. Was I in the shed or was this my father…. Had I been dreaming all along?
Comment by WP Central on October 16, 2009 at 16:01
Paragraph from Erin, Hannah and Rochelle Monk's Wood school (should be before two paragraphs above ;0) )
Somebody tapped me lightly on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and a little girl was standing in front of me. “Who are you?” She asked me in a sing-song voice. “My name is Rochelle.” I replied, “What’s your name?” “I’m Annabel, Annabel Marriott” The little girl reached up and draped a daisy chain around my neck. “Can you play hopscotch with me, pleeeeaase?”

I remembered a hopscotch pattern drawn with chalk on the paving stones outside the house. Could this really be my aunt again??
Comment by Dhesiree Ellery Maggioni on October 16, 2009 at 17:24
After playing hopscotch with Annabel, we went to the daisy’s field in the garden of her house. When we got there, we started picking up some flowers and making little crowns to put on each other's head. I was beginning to like the little girl, and couldn't believe how she would become such a rude old lady. Then, we sat down and she started talking about her family. "You have to meet my father. He's the best person in the world. Can you imagine he’s building a time machine for me as a birthday present? I can barely wait! He's an inventor and I think he's busy right now, but you can talk to him if you stay for dinner. Will you, pleeeeease?", she said. She sounded so excited that I couldn't find a way to refuse her invitation.

At dinner time, when we were talking in the dining room, the front door creaked. “Oh, it’s my father!”, Annabel exclaimed cheerfully.

By Caio Camurça and Clara Fonseca
CBL, Brazil.
Comment by Allison Painich on October 16, 2009 at 22:00
All of the sudden, Rochelle disappered down the paved gravel road. The little girl ran after her, but she could not find her. She got on her knees and cried, "Where are you?" Surprisingly, a car propelled in front of her. The driver swurved sideways. Rochelle could not move. Then, the little girl, Annabel, pushed Rochelle out of the way. Everything started to spin around rapidly. She then realized it was all a dream. She woke up at her aunt's house. The little girl was gone and so was the hopscotch game. She was finally back in reality.

Written by: Tony and Elijah
Sallie Humble Elementary
Monroe, Louisiana, United States

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