On the 10th of June 2007, I was sitting up in my room thinking of what to do (as it was my birthday). I am 12 now!!! I was doing what I usually do, sitting next to my clean sparkling window. My mum was at work, dad was watching boring, old television and my sister Lily was playing with rubbish, old "Barbie Dolls". Then my mum comes back and said in a boisterous voice "We are going to Spain!" I thought "YEEAAAAAAAAA". But I wouldn't be able to see my friends for one or two weeks...... That's when I heard the tick, tock, tick, tock. Was it a bomb or was it my imagination. Two weeks later, we were at Spain. No ticking what so ever. Something came suspiciously to my mind. I asked my mum "How much was the trip, as you got the tickets so fast?" "It was Β£1,701 per ticket", mum whispered. I thought WOW!! When I get home I will tell all my friends. I have never heard of a price so big!! I don't know how lucky I am, do it? On the other end, my sister was really starting to bug me now. We had only been there one day so I thought well if I go and play with Lily, she might stop annoying me. So I did. Lily was playing in the water with her armbands (as she was only 5). I helped her swim and she truly liked it. Then, this is when I snuck away from her as I couldn't stand playing with her. I am a boy. I don't blame myself. Then, I heard ticking sound again, but this time even louder. But then I banged my head to try and stop the noise and I woke up in my warm, cosy bed. It was all a dream. A very scary dream. The Spain bit was real but the ticking noise wasn't. Where was it coming from? I stopped, frantically stopped............ I slowly started to get out of my bed (with no power in my body). Then, I got my breakfast, got a warm shower and got dressed. I then was watching the last 5 minutes of Liverpool football. When that finished, the ticking was back. What was that sound???!!! |
