The letter came on a Tuesday morning, as she was making breakfast. She perched on a stool, a bowl of cereal balanced on her knee, and began to read. Her eyes flicked from side to side over the crumpled paper. Then she stopped chewing, her mouth fell open, and the bowl slid to the floor, where it smashed in a milky puddle.

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Comment by Sarah Love Mandurah Cath Coll WA on October 13, 2010 at 6:59
She stood up in shock and took careful steps so she didn’t step in the puddle. As she was about to clean up the mess something caught her eye. She got to her feet and walked slowly over to table and continued reading the letter. She looked up at the window and thought she saw someone gazing at her from afar. She then turned to walk outside and stumbled over the broken pieces of the bowl she accidently bumped off the table. She looked back down at the letter and realized the letter was anonymous. She wondered why someone sent her a letter anonymously asking her if she wanted a position as a blue star air hostess.

Nicole and Shenay. Mandurah Catholic College
Comment by Sue Parr on October 13, 2010 at 8:59
Her name was Constance, she was rather petite and she had a long pale face, deep blue eyes and mousey brown hair. As her Grandmother would say, she was the perfect image of her mother. Constance lived with her grandparents in London as her mother and father died in a tragic aeroplane accident. She woke up the next morning after the letter had arrived feeling rather groggy. She felt around for her mobile phone on her bed-side table but instead she found a rectangular piece of card. She pulled it out from underneath a cold cup of tea abandoned the previous night only to find a ticket to a South African air port. All she could think of were questions. Why me? Can I leave my grandparents? How did the ticket get there? What should I do? I can’t get back in an aeroplane can I? Making a spontaneous decision, Constance started stacking mounds of clothes into her suit case. Her grandparents were still asleep; it could be the perfect escape.

by Frankie and Ali, Heathfield School
Comment by Liz Bridge on October 13, 2010 at 9:33
Constance was a bit weary about what was happening. Flashbacks and visions kept appearing in her head of the day her parents died. But for some reason her visions seemed to be telling her to go. She walked into her bathroom to collect her toothbrush and toothpaste, only to find that they were gone! She heard a noise; it was her grandparents waking up. Constance raced across the landing towards her bedroom, where she found her suitcase neatly packed. Her clothes neatly folded, with her toothbrush and toothpaste in the side pocket, with her passport, some money and her mobile phone. Stunned, she grabbed her suitcase and rushed down the stairs. In the corner of her eye she noticed her grandmother opening her bedroom door. She scribbled a quick note and dashed out the door into the early morning light.
By Lisa and Ellie, Warblington School
Comment by Lynda Marett, CTK Preston on October 13, 2010 at 10:58
Constance quickly fled from her grandparent’s house and ran as fast as a cheetah to the local park. She rummaged frantically through her suitcase to find her mobile phone, in order to call a cab. All of a sudden rain crashed from the clouds and bounced off the concrete ground. She heard the sound of a car passing by, she whistled and the cab pulled up at the side of the pavement. She jumped clumsily inside saying
“Manchester airport please”
In a matter of minutes she arrived at the airport.

Year 7 Rebecca, Tiffany and Moeeza. Christ the king high school Preston.
Comment by Nicola McNee on October 13, 2010 at 12:05
She placed her shaking hand on the car door. A voice made her jump.
“Where do you think you’re going, missy?” It was the cab driver.
She was confused at first, then she whipped out her purse and hunted around for money. Her hand fell upon a five pound note. She fished it out and handed to the man. She then opened the door, jumped out of the car and grabbed her suitcase before running off in the other direction, the direction of the airport. All the time the cab driver was screaming, “This isn’t enough! Come back you thief! COME BACK!” Then she was inside and away from him. She slumped against the wall and thought about what she had done. ‘Do I really want to do this?’ she asked herself. ‘Do I really want to leave my grandparents and go to the country my parents died in?’ ‘What have I done?’ A silent tear rolled down her face and a single scary thought circled her mind. ‘What have I done?’

Amygrace Berger
Kingswood School
Comment by Nikki Heath on October 13, 2010 at 13:05
Constance wiped her tears, turned around and stopped dead, as though she had hit a brick wall. There, in front of her, was her parent’s battered old Volvo, and, unbelievably, her mum’s head was stuck out of the passenger’s window. How could this be? She was dead! So was her dad! She had been to their funerals, packed up her family home, and moved in with her grandparents! Was she dreaming or was something more sinister at work? The cab driver was still yelling her to come back, but she knew she had no more money. His voice seemed to fade in the distance, as she looked at her parents again. Astonished beyond belief, she slowly made her way towards the car, not believing her eyes and her ears as her mum urged her loudly to “Get a move on! The plane leaves in an hour and we’re going to be LATE!” Next to her mum, in the driver’s seat, sat her dad. She shook her head in disbelief, still not taking in what she was seeing and hearing, and opened the rear door with a squeak. As she slid into the back of the car, still not believing her eyes and ears, she inhaled the old but still familiar smell of her mum’s perfume, the leather seats of the car and the fading ‘magic tree’ car deodoriser that she detested, but which her dad thought made the car smell nice. What was going on?
By Mrs. Heath and the Librarians, Werneth School, Stockport, U.K
Comment by Chris Tatton on October 13, 2010 at 13:55
She stood in shock and jumped in the milky puddle, still stressed at the letter. Screeching alarms went off and the kids came running down the stairs like a pack of elephants. The eldest child called Lucy who has long dark brown hair and eyes as blue as the sky, she is tall, thin and beautiful and she was aged 19 - and asked what the matter was and picked up the letter in shock. As her hand trembled, she started crying - she did not know how bad her brother was, she did not understand why he would break the law so much, she did not realize that her future was depending on this moment.
The letter was terrible - all the bills that had to be paid, all the items that had been vandalized by a fifteen year old boy who had been the only good child before his father had died. If only he had been more considerate. If only he had stayed at home. If only his life could change for the better. A life with a purpose to do great things for good people. To make people smile and laugh because he had amazed them with his generosity.
By Katie Beck and Emma-Jane Towers West Craven High Technology College Barnoldswick.

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