Gotta get out. Must get out. I have to get out of here! I’m sneaking out of the moonlit front room, putting on my extremely heavy backpack as I go. I creeping towards the front door. I’m crouching down as low as I can (with out losing my balance and falling over). My heart is in my mouth. My breath's coming out in quick gasps, forming little clouds of mist in front of my face. Swet is running down my brow as I creep towards the big oak doors. As I open the door, the cold air hits me. Rapping around me, cluctching me in it's mists. I take a couple of deep breaths, gulping as much of it as I can, trying to clear my head as quickly as I can.With my left foot standing on the pavement, I can’t help thinking that I’m finally free! But; am I wrong again?

 I start to creep as quickly, and as silently, as I can. I’ve reached the bins! Yes I’m nearly there! But I mustn’t get my hopes up again. As more and more darkness surrounds me, I’m desperately wishing that I don’t get captured like last time.

 I take a deep breath to calm my nerves; it ain’t working too well. Silence is all I hear, like it’s screaming at me. It’s okay, I calm myself, she hasn’t realised I’ve gone; yet. I start straightening my back, successfully, making myself more confident. Right, it’s now or never. Great, I’m shaking. Oh for Nyx’s sake, its no time to be nervous! I take a couple of, shaky, silent, steps forward. I can feel my foot push against the big, green and black, rubbish bags. I know it’s too late to stop my foot (and my clumsy self) now. I can hear the bags fall; like surround sound.

 “Shoot!” I’m hissing under my breath. The rubbish is spilt everywhere! My ears are still ringing from the sudden waves of sound, in the, once peaceful, night. It was so loud… then that means… I look back, over my shoulder, to my house. Oh no! No! No! No! No! No!

 A light is glowing in the darkness, filling my bones with despair. It’s her light! She knows. She knows I’m out of the mansion! I know, that in a few minuets, she’ll be in the lift. Her thin, bony, face livid! Raging to get her claw-like hands on me! I’m panicking! Really, really panicking! This so wasn’t supposed to happen! What should I do? What the hell should I do? Think, think, think…! I know!

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Sookie Secrets (14) is running away fromher mansion and her money-hungry step-mother.

Her only escape is London but these mysterious men turn up.

Will they help Sookie or are they working with her step-mother?

updated Apr 5 '10 by H.C.Chapman