Animatrosita

Part 1

Hey, my name is Oscar Oakley. I'm going to tell you the story of Animatrosita. I'm not going to do a long description of me; I don't want to spoil the end. Anyway, let's get started.

It was the last day of school before the summer holidays. I was really excited to become a year 7, start secondary school and make new friends. As the bell rang everyone ran out the classroom screaming like maniacs. I ran home as fast as I could, eagerly wanting to open my birthday presents as it was my 11th.

When I got home I ran into my mother's loving arms. I only had mum and my gran, dad ran away when I was born. It was a treat to see mum, I hardly ever saw her but she never told me why. Mum was pretty tired because of Chrissy. Chrissy was my 6 month old baby sister. I ran upstairs to Chrissy who was with our gran. 'Hey Chrissy, I'm a year 7 now!' She looked up at me and giggled. She was always a happy baby; she wasn't really grumpy at all.

At dinner time, we talked about the usual, how my day was, how there day was but mostly the attention was on Chrissy, which I didn't mind. After dinner I heard gran starting to sing happy birthday. She walked in with a cupcake in her hand which had a candle in the middle. A cupcake, for me this was exciting. Our family was very poor and we couldn't afford fancy cakes or nice roast dinners, but this was a real treat. The song ended, I blew out my candle and said 'thank you gran'.

Mum said it was time to go to bed. I went upstairs and played with my toys until mum gave me the official 'time to go to bed' order. Mum eventually came up, she tucked me in gently. 'Mum, will I see you tomorrow?' the look on her face was really depressing 'I don't know darling, I'll try my best'. I looked at her with sad eyes, I loved mum so much and I always worried when she wasn't there. She then handed me my present to take my mind of it. 'Here you are sweetie, I think you're ready for this now'. The box was velvet black with some type of symbol on it, it wasn't too big, I could carry it with one hand. I couldn't wait to open it! I was just about to when suddenly, it happened.

4 hooded men in black jumpsuits smashed through my bedroom window. The men looked...different? They pinned mum to the ground. One held a knife to her throat and screamed in her face 'where is it?' Mum refused to say anything. My heart was pounding as this was way too surreal. When I finally got a grip I plucked up the courage to say it. 'Please don't hurt mum please!' One snapped his head towards me and walked over. 'You stay out of this boy!' The accent was really weird; I didn't recognise it at all. 'NO!' I screamed at his face. The man raised his knife and slit right across my cheek. 'Don't you dare touch him or my baby' mum quickly cupped her hand over her mouth regretting what she just said. 'A baby? Hm, maybe the baby will make you talk'. Mums face turned white as a sheet. 'No, no you can't'. The man was quick to reply. 'Oh but I can', you could see the mischievous smile form under his mask. 'NO!' I ran down stairs with my present in hand to grab Chrissy, hearing the same get command 'get the boy!'