Sarah

• Isabella Mcilwain, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2016

Jumping, running, I sprint towards my new house. What I have done?
My name is Paige. I have just made the worst choice in the world. I had a choice of living with my stepmother or go to a foster home. I chose foster home. That was the most-empty headed choice I ever made!
Diving into my bed, I realise that my choice of going to a foster home was brain dead. I have a new parent, who is crazy. Sarah, the foster parent, asked me if I want ice-cream for breakfast. How unhealthy is that? (By the way I’m a health freak!) I had to make the great escape from Sarah. I climb back out my window and run down the street, I see the police. I wave. Apparently waving at the police is and offence, so they came at me, fast. I bolt all the way to a hairdressing shop where my step mum works.
“Help me! I want to come and live with you.” I said in a really fast voice.
“Wow, where did you come from?” thought my step mum Nerisa.
“I want to live with you now!” I YELL.
“Please??”
Walking towards my new house I start to unpack all my mess with Nerissa. I look to see if my bracelets and necklaces are here.
“They’re gone”…
SARAH!
“My real mother gave me $3000 worth of jewellery. Now Sarah has taken it all.” I tell Nerissa.

“Where do we start to look? She could be anywhere by now. What do we do! Help Nerissa!” I say panicking!
“Let’s go to the police station and track her down.” exclaimed Nerissa.
Sitting in the car, I start to wonder what Sarah might have done with the jewellery. She could have sold it, she could have traded it. I start beginning to panic.
“Nerissa, how will we tell the police that I have 3000 dollars’ worth of jewellery missing?”
“We will just fluke it and see how it ends up.” pouted Nerissa.
Walking up to the old, mossy and dark building I see a glimpse of a shadow. I walk up to the police station door and pull it open.

“Hello, is anyone here? Where is every one?” I say.
“What do you want,” a man says in a very cranky voice.
“I said what you want!” The man yelled.
A Sarah Jerimiah, stole my jewellery. $3000 worth. She was my foster carer for 7 hours, then I ran away from her and came back to live with Nerissa, my step mother.” I said in a rushed voice. “
“Sarah! Did you say Sarah Jerimiah? We just caught her this morning. She tried to rob a jewellery shop. But she had no jewellery with her. We don’t know what she has done.”
Walking to where I used to live for 7 hours, I look through the house. There was a draw that had a padlock on it. I kicked it and there was a bag….