Teacup

• Summer Timmerman, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2021

I was in the loud and crowded office on Christmas day, the most crowded day of the year. It was too much, I couldn’t handle it. So I ran and I ran far away. I was lost in the damp rainforest screaming for help. I found what I had be wanting for ages. A cottage, it might be empty, or it might have a bunch of creeps in it, but I don’t care, I want to get out of this mess. I step towards the rotten door and knock it, ‘Knock, knock’ no reply. I peered through the dirty window but I couldn’t see anything. I opened the door expecting to be creeped out or to see a bunch of people spawning satin but what I saw was totality different. It was vintage. There was shiny clean teacups and saucers. The teacups had black tea in them. But there was something about it that I didn’t like, there was steam coming from them and that means that they were poured recently. I turned around to leave and run for my life but it was too late, I ran straight into a tall and ragged looking man “HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY COTTAGE?” his voice boomed louder than that office – Which is where I would much rather be right now – “I –I – I’m on my way out” I replied with a nervous tone. “GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!” The voice boomed once again. So I ran and I ran straight back to the crowded office, only it wasn’t crowed anymore. The man appeared once again. “IF YOU BREAK AND ENTER IN MY COTTAGE, THEN I BREAK AND ENTER IN YOUR OFFICE!” The voice boomed much louder than before.