A girl named izzie has had a good life with her parents, but her mum soon dies in crash and her dad gets depressed, he stops earning money and loses his job. They have to move because they couldn't afford rent in their last house but their new house...
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Scary town and scary clowns It was a Saturday morning and yet again I was still in my room with the mouses nibbling on my feet. I stood up and sat on the dusty, old chair that I thought was going to break. My body figure wasn't in good shape, you could see my ribs and my bone on my neck was very visible for people to see. I hated it. I combed my hair through my fingers and I had the cookie from my friend, Lorna gave at lunch, I only ate a nibble of it so I could eat the rest at home. I changed into my small t-shirt, but that was still VERY big on me, my size now was XX small.
I was bored sitting at home, so I went out and explored the town. My baggy jeans kept drooping down so it was hard for me to walk. Dad was out, gone somewhere, I don't think he would care if I went out, got lost or maybe killed. I just wanted to have a bit of fresh From all of this madness I live in. I stepped out and I forgot about how the fresh air doesn't smell like lavender and roses like my last hometown, but it smelt like rotten flesh and old eggs, but then again, it was better than how it smelt on the inside, even thinking about it gave me shivers.
I went on a walk on the pavement, I saw walls and building covered in graffiti and there were abandoned houses everywhere. I wasn't sure, but I kept seeing something or someone zoom past through the main road. I saw gangsters in groups and a boy who looked about 13yrs was smoking with these 18yrs old boys, I wasn't sure about there age, but I could just tell by their faces. I walked at a fast pace hoping they wouldn't see me and they didn't, luckily.
I wanted to check out more of the town, I saw rats and cats running around everywhere. Trash bags were dumped on the street and flies were everywhere, I wish I could go back to my old hometown, i hate it here. As I was walking, someone tapped on my shoulder, I turned around to check and I froze, my heart Was beating faster than it had before, it was a clown. Not those funny, crazy clowns you get on birthdays, it was that clown, i saw on the news at school.
He had a red Afro and a large painted on red smile, he had blood all around his nose and a black eye, he was holding a knife, a bloody knife. I didn't know what to do, I just ran, ran as fast as I could. People saw, but they didn't care, they carried on walking normally like nothing was happening. I just ran and ran and ran... I saw him coming after me, he was 6 feet away from me. I ran into the house, slamming the door, which shook the whole house. I looked through the peep hole and he was gone, luckily. I felt like I was going to be sick, my eyes popped out and I felt butterflies in my tummy, my anxiety level was at max and I thought today was going to be the last day I live, but it wasn't.
I stayed in my room all day, with lock on, but the door was quite rusty, so anyone could just kick there way in, but it made me feel safe. I was hoping dad could come home earlier, I don't care if he doesn't care about me, I just want someone in the house, i don't want to be alone. If only mum was here...on school days, I will just run, school was quite close from here so I was okay to go, but I am never, EVER going to go out and explore, never...
