Left Behind
Laura Meadows
It was a glorious morning at the big old 'Orchard Barn.' The sun was streaming through the crack in the curtains and, as I threw them open, I gazed out at the clear blue blanket laid across the sky, and he lush green leaves pinned perfectly to every branch.
As we all sat down to breakfast, we began to discuss the day, however, this soon became a great babble. I looked around the table cheerfully at all my family - my aunts and uncles, cousins, Grandparents, parents, brothers, and sisters. Eventually we decided to go to the park.
We clambered in to the cars one by one, climbing into car seats and fastening the belts. It was a short journey and, as we pulled in to the massive gravely car park, everyone jumped out and ran towards the enormous play area. Some of us made straight for the swings, others for the huge 'spider's web,' and the boys to the life-size sculptured car. After a few minutes, there was a 'tinkling' sound and I looked across the hill. There it was in the distance: the ice-cream van, filled to the brim with 'fluffy pink clouds' and 'scoops of heaven.' As soon as everyone saw it chugging along, we rant to our parents who smiled and sighed, pulling wallets and purses from bags and pockets. Gleefully, we chose our flavours and started to lick away at the delicious ice-cream. Then, off we went, back to the fun.
After a while, one of my cousins and I found a spring bench which sprung back and forwards quickly. We were going so fast, we could not see anything around us. When we stopped, full of hilarity, I looked around. The family were gone. No one was to be seen and nothing to be heard apart from a single swing, creaking whilst swinging back and forth, becoming slower and slower.
Hastily, we crept out of the entrance and spotted a little green hut across the road. I then saw it had a white sign which red in big red letters: 'Tennis Hire.' As we grew closer, we saw the crimped metal slide across the little window. I started to panic. The sky began to grow dark. The minutes crept by slowly and eventually slid into hours. The air gradually turned colder and colder until it was so freezing, its icy hand reached down my throat and tore at my lungs. My heart felt as though it would burst out of my chest any second.
Suddenly, the sound of an old engine was audible. Ruth jumped from the pavement and cried, "That's my car!" I asked her how she knew and she told me that no other cars' engine could possibly sound like that. Sure enough, the big old blue Mercedes came around the corner, the logo on the bonnet gleaming brightly in the moonlight. I had never been happier to see that car.
