Timpul a mai trecut si am avut mare noroc cu Miss J care a ajutat-o pe Mara sa-si gaseasca pasiunea catre citit si scris.
The Secret Tunnel
Leslie was a thirteen year old fascinated by mysteries. She always wondered if mermaids, Atlantida or the Easter Island actually existed. She knew there had to be an explanation for everything. Like why we exist, how did oceans form and much more. One day when she was just wondering through her house looking in an ancient civilization book she slipped over the oldest carpet in her house. The carpet slightly moved a bit forward reviling a small trap door hidden under it. Leslie recovered quickly from the fall and moved forward to pull the carpet back where it belongs when she saw the trap door. She was over excited to see the the trap door. She ran to her mom’s work room to find something that may help her open the door. She found an old screw and some other stuff. After half an hour of trying to open the door she did it. There were small stairs leading the way into darkness. Leslie was a bit of a problem because she couldn’t tell her mom about the trap door because she will send experts to investigate and she couldn’t go exploring now because her mom will be arriving in an hour. She decided to leave exploring for tomorrow. She closed the door and pulled the carpet where it belonged. She so over excited about finding the tunnel that she lost track of time. It was seven o’clock P.M. Her mom was supposed to arrive any minute now and she didn’t even do her homework. The door bell rang suddenly. It was her mom. Leslie tried hard to think of an excuse of not doing homework without mentioning the tunnel, the secret tunnel. Her mom came in. she looked really annoyed and angry. She muttered a hello to Leslie and went straight to the kitchen. Her mom didn’t ask Leslie anything all night. Leslie didn’t dare to ask her mom something either, she was afraid her mom will be mad at her for wanting to know something she shouldn’t. When her mom was asleep she went to her desk to finish her homework. The next day after school was done she ran to her house to explore the tunnel. She had three hours till her mom came back. She took off the carpet and opened the trap door once again. She took off her school bag and went off to get a flash light. She came back, took a deep breath and went inside the tunnel. The staircase was steep and narrow. It took about fifteen minutes. There was this smell and thing in the air that made it hard to breath. Leslie thought it was moist. The staircase finished abruptly. Leslie fell with a big thump on the floor. The walls in the tunnel had weird inscriptions on them, the inscriptions were what Leslie thought was ancient Aztec words or maybe an unknown language from a lost world like Atlantida. Leslie kept walking in the still darkness of the tunnel, good her flash light was still working but she knew it wouldn’t last for much longer. She was fascinated about the tunnel. All of a sudden she saw a picture lying on the floor. The strange figure seemed familiar but she didn’t know why. She picked up the picture and put it in her pocket. She heard a distant sound like a door bell. It was Leslie’s mom. She ran as fast as she could back to the trap door but to her surprise it was locked. That’s when Leslie realized the door to the tunnel can only be opened from the outside. Suddenly everything went dark. Leslie realized the flash light’s battery was dead. She knew the tunnel must lead somewhere. She started walking in the dark toward the other end of the tunnel because she couldn’t run anymore. Walking in the dark was scary and it gave Leslie the creeps. She was exhausted. After like half an hour of walking the tunnel forked. The left part of the fork was more illuminated so she decided to go left. She walked for like another hour when the tunnel came to an end. Above there was a trap door identical to the one at her house only that this one could only be opened from the inside. She opened the trap door went outside and found herself in Central Park. The air smelled fresh. She now had enough energy to run all the way home. In front of her house there were police cars and all kinds of people. Leslie’s mom was crying on the front porch. It was a long evening and Leslie got grounded for a week for not telling her mom she left the house. She anyway didn’t tell her the truth. That night her mom saw the crumpled photo and told Leslie that it was her great granddad. She said that he disappeared mysteriously in their house. He was an explorer. Leslie realized that she had taken the left side of the fork, and maybe if she was to take the right one she might find why her grandpa disappeared. Leslie told her mom she was alright and that she will never leave unannounced ever again. All Leslie had to do now was find an excuse that she is not able to go to school the next day, because she wanted to see where the right side of the fork leads to. The next morning Leslie pretended to be sick so she wouldn’t have to go to school. Her mom said she could stay at home, but she wasn’t aloud to leave the house. The, minute her mom was out of the house Leslie ran to the trap door and opened it slowly. She took a torch with her this time, because she was afraid everything will go dark like last time and she would miss a lot of interesting things on the walls. She went in the darkness on the narrow stairway. The torch was a more powerful source of light than the flash light. Leslie suspected that the tunnel had been once used for transporting goods. She walked until she reached the fork. She took the right side, unlike last time. She submerged in the darkness. The tunnel was darker than Leslie remembered it. Suddenly she heard a roar which was coming closer and closer. She wanted to run but her feet were stuck. Leslie was never seen ever since. Her mom cried for days and days and still no one had ever solved the mystery of the tunnel. Some say it was meant to lead to Atlantida if anyone was able to avoid the beast living in it. Leslie and her granddad disappeared because of their curiosity. No one ever knew why, except Leslie and her granddad.
Leslie was a thirteen year old fascinated by mysteries. She always wondered if mermaids, Atlantida or the Easter Island actually existed. She knew there had to be an explanation for everything. Like why we exist, how did oceans form and much more. One day when she was just wondering through her house looking in an ancient civilization book she slipped over the oldest carpet in her house. The carpet slightly moved a bit forward reviling a small trap door hidden under it. Leslie recovered quickly from the fall and moved forward to pull the carpet back where it belongs when she saw the trap door. She was over excited to see the the trap door. She ran to her mom’s work room to find something that may help her open the door. She found an old screw and some other stuff. After half an hour of trying to open the door she did it. There were small stairs leading the way into darkness. Leslie was a bit of a problem because she couldn’t tell her mom about the trap door because she will send experts to investigate and she couldn’t go exploring now because her mom will be arriving in an hour. She decided to leave exploring for tomorrow. She closed the door and pulled the carpet where it belonged. She so over excited about finding the tunnel that she lost track of time. It was seven o’clock P.M. Her mom was supposed to arrive any minute now and she didn’t even do her homework. The door bell rang suddenly. It was her mom. Leslie tried hard to think of an excuse of not doing homework without mentioning the tunnel, the secret tunnel. Her mom came in. she looked really annoyed and angry. She muttered a hello to Leslie and went straight to the kitchen. Her mom didn’t ask Leslie anything all night. Leslie didn’t dare to ask her mom something either, she was afraid her mom will be mad at her for wanting to know something she shouldn’t. When her mom was asleep she went to her desk to finish her homework. The next day after school was done she ran to her house to explore the tunnel. She had three hours till her mom came back. She took off the carpet and opened the trap door once again. She took off her school bag and went off to get a flash light. She came back, took a deep breath and went inside the tunnel. The staircase was steep and narrow. It took about fifteen minutes. There was this smell and thing in the air that made it hard to breath. Leslie thought it was moist. The staircase finished abruptly. Leslie fell with a big thump on the floor. The walls in the tunnel had weird inscriptions on them, the inscriptions were what Leslie thought was ancient Aztec words or maybe an unknown language from a lost world like Atlantida. Leslie kept walking in the still darkness of the tunnel, good her flash light was still working but she knew it wouldn’t last for much longer. She was fascinated about the tunnel. All of a sudden she saw a picture lying on the floor. The strange figure seemed familiar but she didn’t know why. She picked up the picture and put it in her pocket. She heard a distant sound like a door bell. It was Leslie’s mom. She ran as fast as she could back to the trap door but to her surprise it was locked. That’s when Leslie realized the door to the tunnel can only be opened from the outside. Suddenly everything went dark. Leslie realized the flash light’s battery was dead. She knew the tunnel must lead somewhere. She started walking in the dark toward the other end of the tunnel because she couldn’t run anymore. Walking in the dark was scary and it gave Leslie the creeps. She was exhausted. After like half an hour of walking the tunnel forked. The left part of the fork was more illuminated so she decided to go left. She walked for like another hour when the tunnel came to an end. Above there was a trap door identical to the one at her house only that this one could only be opened from the inside. She opened the trap door went outside and found herself in Central Park. The air smelled fresh. She now had enough energy to run all the way home. In front of her house there were police cars and all kinds of people. Leslie’s mom was crying on the front porch. It was a long evening and Leslie got grounded for a week for not telling her mom she left the house. She anyway didn’t tell her the truth. That night her mom saw the crumpled photo and told Leslie that it was her great granddad. She said that he disappeared mysteriously in their house. He was an explorer. Leslie realized that she had taken the left side of the fork, and maybe if she was to take the right one she might find why her grandpa disappeared. Leslie told her mom she was alright and that she will never leave unannounced ever again. All Leslie had to do now was find an excuse that she is not able to go to school the next day, because she wanted to see where the right side of the fork leads to. The next morning Leslie pretended to be sick so she wouldn’t have to go to school. Her mom said she could stay at home, but she wasn’t aloud to leave the house. The, minute her mom was out of the house Leslie ran to the trap door and opened it slowly. She took a torch with her this time, because she was afraid everything will go dark like last time and she would miss a lot of interesting things on the walls. She went in the darkness on the narrow stairway. The torch was a more powerful source of light than the flash light. Leslie suspected that the tunnel had been once used for transporting goods. She walked until she reached the fork. She took the right side, unlike last time. She submerged in the darkness. The tunnel was darker than Leslie remembered it. Suddenly she heard a roar which was coming closer and closer. She wanted to run but her feet were stuck. Leslie was never seen ever since. Her mom cried for days and days and still no one had ever solved the mystery of the tunnel. Some say it was meant to lead to Atlantida if anyone was able to avoid the beast living in it. Leslie and her granddad disappeared because of their curiosity. No one ever knew why, except Leslie and her granddad.
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