1. The huge wind

2. Brooke learns a lesson

3. Brooke is sorry
As he was concrete it was bad. Rosie slumped her shoulders and walked off. How would Brooke like it if she didn’t care for her? Brooke had got her leg tangled in a bicycle wheel. “Mum!” cried Rosie. Olivia and their mum appeared. They didn’t have a father. “Brooke!” cried Olivia.
“Livy it’s alright,” said Rosie.
“Rosie!” cried her mum “I told you to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t go on the pavement. You’ve not done very well!”
“No mum!” pleaded Rosie.
“Rosie you are not allowed outside for 2 weeks and you know it is the holidays and you love going outside and playing together because it’s boring inside. Be bored. It serves you right. Darling Livy come here, I don’t know what came over Rosie,” said their mum. Rosie trooped upstairs angrily. How dare Brooke do that. In fact Brooke had broken her leg and their mum changed Rosie’s punishment to a month, which was the end of the Summer holidays. Rosie gave a groan. Brooke had learnt her lesson now and protested to mum “It was my fault I’m so sorry.” Her mum stared at he. What did she mean.


Rosie looked around and gave a smile. She was wearing her nice red high heels. She walked downstairs and looked out the window. She saw Brooke talking to mum with her leg in plaster and stitches in her cheek. Brooke had just said it was her fault and Rosie could hear now because they got closer. “I well,” started Brooke. She explained how her and Rosie had fallen out and what happened with the bike. “I should’ve listened!” sobbed Brooke “I’ve learnt my lesson and I’ve been a total idiot, Rosie was right to tell you, she was acting like a good sister.” Mum bent down at Brooke and took her hand “I thought there was something between you two. You’ve always loved each other but it’s alright Brooke but be friends again and Rosie’s punishment is off.” Rosie smiled and stepped out the door. Olivia giggled and did a 7 year old jiggle in the corridor. The candle was on the ledge burned bright and Olivia could see the light lining the floor. It was early evening and the sky was turning blacker by the minute now. Rosie was happy and switched on some music. “Oooo,” she said “It my favourite song: Shut up and dance.” She did a jig with Olivia and sang to the words. Wonders would never cease.


Rosie placed a yellow flower band over her head and admired the way it look with her two brown pony tails. Olivia sat on her bed and Rosie brushed her silky hair. Brooke came in. When they had fallen out Brooke had acted like 5, younger than Olivia and Olivia had acted about 11 and took the situation gravely. Rosie had just spoken normally but Brooke was the difficult one. She sat next to Rosie and kissed her cheek lovingly. Rosie, Olivia and Brooke went into the garden and through some spiky brambles they saw a tarpaulin covered hole. “If we went through,” said Brooke. “We’d get spiked by the brambles.” Brooke was a sensible kid but Rosie liked taking risks. Olivia and Brooke remained where they were as Rosie made her way through to the den. She looked her the brambles. She had blue denim shorts on and a very short-sleeved pink frilly t-shirt. Her yellow bag was strapped round her shoulders carefully. Rosie pushed the brambles back and scratched her hands slightly. The brambles slipped back in place closing away behind her and making everything pitch black. She couldn’t see the brambles anymore. She search for the hole. It was going. “Livy, Brooke!” screams Rosie. Then someone grabbed her violently and pushed her into a dark space below. Where was she? Rosie lay still and quiet not moving. She had fainted in someway or other. Poor Rosie. A candle glowed on a shelf nearby and made a nice light. The light shone in Rosie’s face. The gurgle of water was nearby and the trickle of dew on leaves outside. The floor was cold and hard. It felt as if there was no way out. The candle light flickered out and let her in darkness or was it not just her.


Two girls appeared and found a match and a striker on the floor. They picked it up and lit the candle again. They walked up and shone the light in Rosie’s face. “Wake up! Wake up!” the girls whispered in unison. Rosie awoke, wondering where she was for a minute. Then she remembered what had happen to her. She had gone through the brambles and everything and everyone had disappeared. Then a man had grabbed her. One of the girls said “We’re twins, nice to meet you I’m Emerald-Amy.” The other said “I’m Emmy-Amethyst.”
“I’m Rosie,” said Rosie with a shiver.
“The same ‘appened to us,” said Emerald-Amy “Went in to explore, everything was ‘ark, brambles and friends we were with disappeared, man grabbed us ended up ‘ere with little food.”
“Our friends never saw us again,” said Emmy-Amethyst. “Same,” said Rosie “I was with my 11 and 7 year old sisters and they and the brambles disappeared.”
Amy said “We could never find a way out.”
“Why don’t we look now, the man says there is no way out though, once you’re in you’re in,” said Emmy “Nothing you can do, ‘othing. Not in a ‘ousand years.”
“Never see you’re family again and make sure your sisters never come down Rosie but I expect they were scared of the brambles at that age, we’re 13,” said Amy.
The 3 girls walked up the path until they saw a stream. They followed it but couldn’t followed it any further. “We’ll ‘ave to swim,” said Emmy “Fully clothed too but we ‘ave to get out or else we shan’t ‘et out.” The 3 girls clambered in and walked up the river path. They soon saw daylight. “A change from they ‘arkness below for 2 years,” said Amy.”You mean you’ve been here for 11 years!” cried Rosie. Emmy said “Yes we do!”