Colour

I was walking home from school down my street. The sky was grey. It had been raining today and the road was wet black. The green trees were dripping and my purple umbrella was tucked under my arm making my blue school jumper wet. I walked past the yellow house on the corner with the blue door and I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around but all that was there was the grey footpath. I turned and kept walking thinking it was just my imagination. I stepped on a brown leaf and it crunched under my black shoe. I stopped suddenly. Somebody was following me. I turned again. There was a man standing there with ghost white pale skin and wearing a green jumper. I ran. I ran so fast that I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My red school bag was bouncing against my back slowing me down and it was so hard to run in my black school shoes. When I got down to the end of my street I turned left. I knew he was still running after me because I could hear his footsteps and I knew that he was catching up because they were getting louder. His hands were creeping up behind me, shaking because he’s running at me, and he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me to the ground. I fell on the grey concrete footpath and scraped my elbow. I got red blood on his green jumper. I screamed out for help but he reached for my mouth to muffle my voice. I hit him with my purple umbrella on his head as hard as I could but he grabbed it and when he had me tightly pinned to the ground a white van pulled up on the road. I was wriggling and squirming trying to escape but the man was just too strong. We were face to face. His eyes were green. The greenest eyes I have ever seen. He was scarier up close than he looked from far away. A man got out of the van and headed towards us and I tried to kick Green Eyes. I got him in the shin. He yelled out in pain. The other man stood over me. He had brown eyes. Green Eyes hadn’t let go of me but he was still standing over me. Both of the men grabbed me and dragged me on my feet to the white van and threw me in the back. The last thing I saw before they shut the grey doors was a lady peeking out of her pink curtains.

By Kate Fergeus