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Chapters

Introduction                                                  page 2

Chapter 1                                                       page 3

Chapter 2                                                      page 5

Chapter 3                                                      page 7

Chapter 4                                                      page 9

Chapter 5                                                      page 11

 I was gone. 4:17pm, Thursday 18th December 1984. I didn't dare 

tell anyone. If I did they would burst out laughing. They would say I 

was making it up. Not even Mrs Greenfence would. The only person that 

would believe me would be Snowflake and the true me....

I'm Ivy Smith, aged 12. I live with my Mum, my Dad, my twin brothers Ross 

and Riley, my older sister Catlin and my beautiful milk dog Snowflake. My 

house is covered in ivy (that's where mum got my name from) on the edge 

of Alderley Edge (that's a wood). Every autumn we go in and collect chestnut 

conkers. Of course I collect the biggest and the best conkers. My trick is to 

scower near the horse chestnut trees (if you are Ross, Riley or Catlin ignore 

that last part). Rachel, my next door neighbour, admires my conkers with 

awe. Stroking their smooth shells. She tries to collect conkers like mine but I 

am too good. Anyway, every Monday I went dancing with Amy. We go to 

Madame Joanna's dance academy. I am better than Amy at dancing (sorry 

Amy). I also went swimming with Leanne at Gym World. I can swim the 

fastest, thrashing my legs about wildly! I also went to Brownies on a 

Thursdays and Maggie, the group leader, was a bit nuts sometimes! I have 

won the Brownie cup three times (I know your jealous)! Once we did an 

autumn walk and recognized all the different types of trees. We also had a 

hen party for Princess Kate. I borrowed a golden tiara of my Nana for the 

occasion. I won the prize for the prettiest princess (no surprise)! Clara (my 

deadliest enemy) was dead jealous, in your face Clara!  

 the party she wore a silly baby plastic tiara. My mum even got a 

hairdresser to do my auburn, soft, silky hair into a beautiful stylish do (so 

cool). During the daytime I went to Oakleaf primary school. I walked to 

school with Rachel in the mornings. Once we were almost 15 minutes late 

but we took a shortcut through the hedges. Mrs Greenfence                                                                             

(my teacher) is really nice and always greeted me with a gleaming smile, 

showing of her shimmering, white teeth. She makes every lesson a new 

learning experience. She was the best teacher a girl could have. Once Billy 

Baker (his father owns Baker and son's puff pastry parlor) was messing and 

her face turned red, her smile turned to a scowl, her soft voice into a shout. 

Everyone knew he was in for it. What a lovely lady!! I also have a job of 

posting the Daily Star newspaper to the residents of Crownrake lane. There 

was a grumpy man at number 11. I tried to avoid his lawn otherwise he will 

shout at me and slap me with his bony hand. But there was a lovely lady at 

number 18 who gave me cookies and milk. She must be about 70 but 

always really nice. I remember when I started the job mum was thrilled 

because she would get a free newspaper with all the latest gossip around 

(the motto reads). It was a lovely life. (I would enjoy it thoroughly until it all 

would stop.....) 

It was one winter morning and I woke up shivering to the bone in my cow 

pyjamas. I went downstairs and ate my Bran Flakes. I felt different. I 

suddenly knew what it was. I was early, I was never early. I put on my green 

jeans, blue top and white and red trainers. I grabbed my school bag and set 

off for school. I was there on time and walked inside. Mrs Greenfence wasn't 

there. We had another teacher, Miss Limm, who was the TA in year 2. We 

had some lovely lessons. We learned about fractions in math, similes in 

literacy, plants in science and Charles Darwin in topic. It was time to go 

home. Time had flown like airplanes. I walked home by myself as Rachel was 

poorly and had gone home earlier. I went past number 11 and there was a 

shovel wedged next to a hole. I couldn't see what was inside. I looked around 

and he wasn't there. I ran and saw a big, red book with gold writing. "BOOK 

OF MYTHS," it read, "BY" the name was rubbed off, how strange. I put it in 

my school bag and ran home. I put my school bag at the bottom of the stairs 

and took the myth   book discreetly upstairs. I hid it in my wardrobe and ran 

downstairs. It was tea time. I could smell the crispy warmth of the batter and 

the saltiness of the chips drifting up the stairs. I ate my tea faster than you 

could say Hippopotamus. I ran upstairs, 

 desperate to open my book. I wedged my desk against the door so no nosy 

parkers could peep inside. I got the book out and sat on my bed. I opened 

it slowly....... I was tingling. My head was swirly. I couldn't concentrate on 

reading the book. The next thing I remember was darkness...   

I awoke moments later on a bed of ferns and moss. Trees were dotted all 

around. They were huge oaks reaching way up beyond the clouds. I got up 

and decided to walk around. As I was walking I remembered things 

vaguely. I saw up ahead a beautiful snow horse and a farmer in blue 

overalls and a red top. Next to them stood an ancient man in midnight 

robes covered in bright stars and cresents with a tall hat. They were talking, 

arguing but not in English. In Latin! The farmer strode off away from the 

man, his horse clipping at his heels. The man, who I guessed was a wizard, 

peered at me nervously. "Looking for the Golden Tunnel, are we" he 

boomed at me. "No, sir" I replied, shaking with nervousness. "Never heard 

of it?," I nodded, "Well deep in the woods there is a tunnel lined with gold. 

Only a person under 100 can find it. 100 and 2 days I am, honestly. Listen, 

you go past the tree that is sleeping, this wood is alive, you know. It was 

trying to squash a boy so it fell over. Then you go past the twisted tree. It 

twisted itself a couple of years ago when a boy sat on it, just like a cobra. 

The golden tunnel will be straight ahead. Bye, bye now. Good luck" he said. 

I set of. I walked in the direction he said.In no time I passed the sleeping 

tree. It was snoring as the wind brushed it's huge body. I walked around it. I 

walked on about 100 meters when I came to the twisted tree. It was still 

curling around and bending over. Suddenly, I heard a noise. A bomb dropped 

by the sleeping tree. It was 1943. I decided I needed to take shelter and fast. 

There was a small cave entrance in the rocks. I dived into the entrance just 

as a bomb dropped where I was originally stood. What a narrow escape, I 

thought to myself. Then I saw a branch of edible branches over the entrance 

and a small stream at the back of the cave. I would survive here until it all 

stopped...

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Within about an hour all the bombs stopped. I was desperate to get out of 

this isolated space. I peered out of the small hole. There were huge 

chunks of the ground taken out. Suddenly I heard voices. I ran to the 

back of the cave. Two men in uniform walked past. One had a long black 

beard and green eyes. The other had a brown, bushy mustache and a 

scowl. They walked past and didn't spot me. After about 10 minutes the 

wood was silent. I crept out. I looked everywhere. Still, silent, no noise. 

The wood was now frightful, ferocious. Ahead I could see a very tall rock 

face. It had something glinting through a big hole near the bottom... 

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