Shelby's Freedom writing: Exploring our goals!

     The Naughty Girls

“Mum I’m just going to get some milk!” called Sarah.

“Ok, but be back before dinnertime! I’m making spaghetti, your favourite!” replied Mum.

Grumble, grumble, grumble. Sarah really did love spaghetti, but she had no intention of coming back until bedtime, because she was not going directly to the dairy until afterwards. Sarah grabbed her jumper, and strolled down to the next street.

Brook was already waiting for her.

“What took you so long?” she demanded.

“I needed to come up with an excuse,” explained Sarah.

Brook was her friend from school. The thing was, neither of them are very nice. They are only nice to people their own age. They hated babies and adults. But they really hated elderlies. They hated their weird teeth that came come out of their heads. They hated their glasses, why are your eyes not good enough? Why do they have wigs, almost everyone has hair? And why can they not hear, do they not have ears?

The girls stared up at the building they were standing in front of. It’s a nice looking house, Sarah thought. But it won’t be for long!

“Did you get it?” asked Sarah.

“Oh yes,” responded Brook. “I wouldn’t forget it.”

Brook pulled out a big tin of paint from her green school bag. Sarah removed the lid, and used her hands as paintbrushes, and started making pictures on the wall. The goey, yellow paint looked like someone had vomited all over the side of the house.

Next, Brook picked the lock with her hairclip and they rain into the kitchen. Sarah pulled out the tomato sauce and squirted the fridge with it. Brook spilled the forks all over the floor. Together, the girls pulled out the sausages out and put them in the dishwasher. “I’m bored,” reported Sarah. “Let’s go to his bathroom!”

Brook used the bars of soap as roller blades, while Sarah turned the sink on.

“I’m trying to flood the house,” she explained.

“Oh then I’ll turn the shower on,” laughed Brook.

Eventually, the water came up to their knees. They were having so much fun when…

The handle on the door started to turn. They looked at each other. “What do we do?” gulped Brook.

“I have no idea,” stuttered Sarah.

They dived into the shower and closed the curtain. The door opened and an old man walked in.

“Time to wash my teeth,” he stated.

“I know who he is,” whispered Brook. “He is the cheery old shopkeeper who runs the hardware store. His name is Mr Honeycomb.”

Mr Honeycomb popped his teeth out and stuck them in a big glass jar full of water.

“EWWWWWWWWWW!” they screamed.

Mr Honeycomb looked around and snatched open the curtain.

Mr Honeycomb led them into the living room.

“Hello dears,” he laughed. “How nice of you to visit me.”

“Er, yes it was wasn’t it,” quaked Brook.

“Would you like a cookie?” he asked.
“Yes please,” begged Sarah.

She was so hungry she could eat a whole Blue Whale. He turned towards the kitchen. The girls gave each other a worried look. The kitchen was still in it’s terrible condition.

“What happened here?” demanded Mr Honeycomb.

“Um, we don’t know,” stammered Sarah.

“Actually, I think you do! Was this your idea of a joke? And the water in the bathroom, was that you as well! That’s it get out!!!” he yelled.

He took the girls to their houses. Brook’s dad is normally trying to get them out of trouble. Sarah thought maybe she would save them. How wrong she was. When they arrived at Brook’s house, her father was already groaning. Sarah still had hope. She got them out of the time they had put a cobra from the zoo in the principal's office so they couldn’t get sent there anymore. And the time they poured fake vomit on the teacher’s bed when she was sleeping so she got up and thought she was sick and vomiting in her sleep so they had no school. Neither of those times had worked. Brook’s dad did not help at all this time! He said they had no excuse for that one. Next, they went to Sarah’s house. If Brook’s dad didn’t help, her mum would make things worse. She was right.

First, Mum gave a little speech about how worried she was and how anything could have happened to her. Then she looked so angry, she could have caught fire to the house. She gave another speech about how angry she was and how she had lost her record for not getting in trouble (Two days. Her high score was four. Her worst was three hours). Mum ate Sarah’s spaghetti in front of her and gave her carrot, broccoli and cucumber.  The next day, Sarah met Brook in front of a house five streets away.

“Did you get it?” asked Sarah.

“Yes I did,” replied Brook. She pulled out a slingshot and a bag of dog droppings. She put on some gloves. She started firing the dog droppings at the windows leaving giant smudges. Then she picked the lock and crept inside…