RM38

[RM38]

Every morning, dark marks were there on the kitchen. What were they? How had they got there? I decided to investigate this shadowy occurrence. I could not let my mum ever see them, all hell will break loose! How long would I need to keep this up?

So, like every good detective would do, I grabbed my trusty notebook, my ancient magnifying glass and a ruler and a pack of mouth-watering delectable sweets and crisps (detectives need food too!)

First, I measured the millions of oblong-shaped marks which were covering the crystal- clear, marble kitchen desktop! Rapidly, I jotted the measurement- 2.5cm. How could anything have feet as minuscule as an ant? My mind whirled with possibilities- was I imagining things? Shaking my head, I pinched myself, I gradually opened my eyes… THEY WERE STILL THERE.

Cautiously, I reached out and then… when I gazed down at my finger, they were coated with the silks of the night, sniffing my nose felt tingly and

ACHOOOOOO

A vast expanse of pitch-black left my blinded, were was I? Shifting forwards

“Ouch, my head, dang it” I cursed under my breath.

Sighing with irritation and annoyance I wondered, why did I blow the dastardly dust, I’m the worst detective ever. When can I not mess things up with my clumsy hands? Now that the commotion the air died out I could see the kitchen clearly, specks of black were draping the glass sink, the pans in a fine lush layer of dust.

What would my mum do when she sees this chaos in her beloved kitchen?

Thud

Thud

Thud

Thud

Oh no.

I could spot the flash of pink on her robe, my reality was slowing down, I was panicking. She opened her mouth and the string of words erupting from her mouth whipped and lashed at me..

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