The Lost Bag

Shivering with penetrating fear, Zoe edged timidly round the crooked walls of the sombre corridor. Anxiously, she dodged the the rapid leak of rain water gushing down from the severely cracked ceiling. The ancient floorboards creaked with rage. "eek" screeched Zoe, her heart palpitating riotously. A screeching Gail of wind snapped a branch off a nearby tree outside, silhouetted outside the fog coated window. Her heart stopped . Zoe, petrified and panicking, slowly reached for the handle of the old classroom door. She pushed with her sweaty hands and the door swung open. She had to do this. She had promised. Her dry lips trembling, Zoe crept cautiously among the many wooden desks and peered under Martha's chair. Zoe's heart lept. Abandoned and deserted, marthas battered bag lay before Zoe's muddy trainers. This was her only chance. Zoe grabbed the bag, hauled herself to her aching feet and made a run for the door. She paused, startled. A menacing figure towered in the doorway. "ello ello ello well what do we have here" Zoe gasped. It was mr Byron the stern headmaster