‘The night was alive with fear and memories’I have to make a run for it. They are dead now. The broken glass from the windows in the living room made my home not look like my home any more. The kitchen cupboards were hanging loose from their screws and there was food everywhere. The refrigerator had collapsed on to the ground and was smashed into pieces. My parent’s bedroom’s lamps had fallen to the ground. The only thing that was still in one piece was my parent’s wedding photo. I picked it up and cradled it in my arms. Shards of glass cut into my feet as I ran upstairs with the photo. My bedroom was a mess. The bookshelf’s racks had fallen off, and all my drawers were pulled out. I took out my pull-along suitcase from my cupboard, which was surprisingly in one piece. I kissed my parent’s wedding photo and put it in the case. Then I put in my only teddy, a torch, a blanket and a few supplies from yesterday’s left over Mars bars, cupcakes, crisps and cheese balls. I packed my last mini carton of cranberry juice and 10 pounds in as well.I put …read more

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