here is the first part of Emily Lowood, my new book. as i'm a kid I cant publish it so i'm putting it here. follow the studio if u like it! s
The secrets of elvwood
1 THE FIRE OF DEATH
The sky was the colour of ash, and a bundle of clouds were covering the town of EastHallow with gloom. Emily Lowood was sitting mournfully on the pavement, slowly eating a warm bread roll. It was extremely soggy, because the rain had got to it before Emily had had a chance to eat it, but she did not care. It was probably the only thing she would be able to eat for an entire week. Memories of what had happened the day before were travelling in and out of her mind like birds. Emily would have been very happy if they would just disappear, but they wouldn’t.
“It’s all over… it’s all over” Emily repeated to herself.
Emily must have been the saddest person in the world at that moment.
The day before,12:00 pm 77 Malyard st north, EastHallow
The day had started off perfectly normal, but at noon a tragic disaster took place. Emily’s Mother and Father were both cleaning the beautiful stained glass window at the front of the house, ready for Emily’s birthday party tomorrow, and Emily was sitting in the hall sewing a light pink ‘I love you’ cushion to give to her parents. Then it happened. The stained glass window suddenly went up in flames. Emily screamed.
“Go!” exclaimed Emily’s Mother. “We’ll be fine! Go!”
Emily didn’t want to disobey her parents, so she grabbed the cushion she had been sewing and crawled to the back door. Full with fear, Emily ran into the now burning back garden. Across the street there was a small park, full of bushes. So Emily rushed across the road and hid behind a luscious bramble bush. Minutes later, the fireman and police arrived at the house. They put out the fire, but did not find either of Emily’s parents.
When the fireman left to report to the authorities, Emily went back across the road and into her house. All the lights had gone out, and the furniture was ruined. Emily searched the house for what seemed like hours, until she finally came to find her parents. They were both lying on the ground, holding each other’s hands and looking very peaceful. Emily immediately knew they were not alive.
Emily was startled and frightened. Her eyes were filled with tears and her heart was beating quicker than ever. Trying to think of happy things, Emily pulled her parents into the courtyard. It seemed as if it was the only thing the fire hadn’t touched. Everything was exactly as it was before the fire. Emily buried her parents under the old blossom tree. It was a beautiful blossom tree. All the birds settled on it in the warm months, and the snow made it look like white paradise in the cold months. Emily’s parents had fallen in love under a blossom tree, and it had been there favourite thing, apart from Emily. Emily found a beautiful piece of wood and carved it into a gravestone with the skills her father had taught her. On the gravestone, in beautiful writing, she wrote:
My beloved parents:
Mimi Lowood: 1967 to 1997
Harold Lowood: 1965 to 1997
Then Emily laid the ‘I love you’ cushion on top of their grave and gave her parents an air kiss. In order to not be caught by the authorities, she had to leave now. So Emily packed what remained of her belongings into a small suitcase and left the house.
Grey clouds had started to form above the town, bringing shadow to everything underneath them. Emily could only just see what was around her. Emily was starving. She had missed lunch because of the fire. There was a small bakery across the road on park st, and Emily had a couple coins in her pocket to spend. So Emily crossed the busy road and entered the bakery. There were shelves lined with breads and pastries of all kinds. There was a small bread roll for 4 silver coins at the front of the bakery. It was the only thing Emily could afford, so Emily decided to buy it.
‘The bread roll please’ Emily exclaimed, pointing at the roll.
The lady at the front of the store picked up the bread roll with some tongs and put it in a brown paper bag for Emily. Emily took the paper bag and handed over four shiny, silver coins. Suddenly a thundering sound came from outside. It had started to rain. Emily grabbed the bag and went back out onto the street. Across the road a row of shops were stopping rain from coming onto the street. So Emily crossed the road. The rain was really bucketing down now. Her bread roll was soaked, but Emily did not have enough money left for another one.
thats all, there is more but its to long to put on! the next part will be up in a few days!