The plane touches down on the landing strip. It is a nice landing because the yellow and green lights running across the edge of the paved land are lighting up the way. I like yellow, it's my favourite colour. My suitcase is yellow. In my suitcase I have my teddy bear. He's only got one eye, but I still like him. I also have my pot of Bon Bons and a two week old sandwich. The plane is slowing down now because we have landed and they don't want to crash when they go around the corner at the end of the runway.
We have stopped now and I have exited the plane, out the door and into the tunnel. We are going through the customs and then I realise that I have left my suitcase in the plane. "No, no, no," I shout. Everyone looks at me and I run. I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Should I go back or not? I then see someone with a yellow suitcase. I run up to them and grab the case off them. I open it up but none of my stuff is there, only a pair of pants and socks. Someone angrily says, "Security, this boy just took my suitcase."
I turn around and see two guards dressed in black. I curl up in a ball and scream. I am really scared. I don't know what to do. They touch my shoulder and say, "It's ok, mate, let's just go take a seat."
I walk to the chair with the man. He says, "What's your name?"
I reply, "my name is Alex, Alex Warnberry."
"How old are you?"
"I'm eight and I left my suitcase on the plane." The man looks at me. "Is this it?"