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The Suitcase

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It is the first time I have been in this situation, where I don't know how to do something. I have been staring at this suitcase for the last four hours, yet I can't find a way to open it. It doesn't help that if I open this suitcase I might find a clue to where my mum and dad have gone. But this suitcase will not open. No matter how much I fiddle with the lock, it just doesn't open. It isn't very pretty, just a simple brown suitcase with a leather handle. I am sure this suitcase has seen better times. I want to know what is in the suitcase. I might look for a key... there is a lock at the top of the suitcase that looks like a key could fit in. There is a key rack next to me so I will try all the keys. The first one I try is the right one and as I twist the key I hear a satisfying click and, to my delight, the suitcase comes open. I look inside and there is... nothing. Nothing except a small bit of paper. I open the paper up.

It says, ‘Isn't it strange how a little girl's hopes to find her parents rely upon a suitcase?'

I am sure that I heard somebody say that behind me. As I turn around, I see him... he reaches out his hand and says, "Come with me."

I don't want to but I am walking towards him. What is the point in resisting, I have no family left. Then he grabs my arm and pulls me down to my awaiting death. My last thought is how my mum told me never to go near that suitcase. Now I know why.

Written by Abby Luxon, age 11 at The Ladies’ College
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