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The Suitcase

A writing competition for students

So there I was, feeling very bored at grandma's and decided that I wanted to do some exploring. Grandma had just gone out to the corner shop to get some more milk as I'd drunk it all this morning. I couldn't think what I wanted to do but as I sat at the kitchen table I felt a breeze come down the stairs. I must have left the window open in my room so I thought I better close it as grandma had said there might be a storm later. As I got to the top of the stairs I noticed that the door to the attic was slightly open and being curious thought I'd take a quick look. There were boxes and trunks and piles of old books, nothing of much interest but just as I was turning to leave the sun suddenly glinted through the roof light on to a battered old suitcase. I went to have a look. The lock was really old, rusty and very stiff but with a bit of fiddling I managed to snap it open. There wasn't much inside the case that I could see but it had pockets around the edges with things stuffed into them. I opened the biggest pocket first and there was a small notebook with very faded writing inside it. It was difficult to read it in the attic so I stuffed it in my pocket and moved on to the next and found a really, really, really old fashioned key.


I heard grandma come back so I snapped the case shut and ran out of the attic as quietly and quickly as I could.

I forgot I'd put them in there until bedtime when I got my PJs on and the notebook fell out on to the floor, I picked it up, got into bed and pulled my lamp over so I could try and read the faded writing.

It was an old diary from someone called Mary. As I started to read I felt a funny tingling and saw the key poking out. I flicked through the notebook to see what it was for but couldn't find anything. I put them both in my drawer and snuggled down to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling the need to know more and grabbing my torch, snuck back to the attic to the suitcase. As I opened it up there was a funny noise and the next thing I knew I was in a strange land, the key was glowing in one hand and the notebook was open in my other...

I walked and walked up the hills to find myself at the foot of a mysterious forest! It looked dark and spooky but the key was glowing.

Where was it taking me?

Written by Jasmine Hamon, age 13
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