Emma could not think of anything better to do, so she went along with her mother. They descended the steep streets that led down into the town. Emma was startled to see workmen lift a slab of paving to reveal, brown earth, beneath. It was as though the new street of concrete and plate-glass windows had shown its secret roots. They crossed though the town, and walked into the shopping centre. The centre was crowded with people doing their shopping, and the music blared out of the speakers. They were pushed along the street in a moving press of people, and they go up in the escalator, which was also jammed with people. Emma couldn’t get used to the atmosphere that was in the centre today. It seemed different to normally. So she couldn’t wait till she got out of the centre and away from this weird atmosphere. But she had to stay and go around shopping with her Mum just to keep her happy.
The escalator stopped. The last few people get out, and the door closes and keeps going up. She then realises that she is the only one left in the escalator. She starts to panic. Where was her Mum and how could she leave me behind, she thought. Everything seemed to have stopped and it felt like ages before the escalator stopped at the next floor. The escalator finally stopped on the fourth floor and the doors opened and she got out the escalator.
She walked along the fourth floor quickly looking in the shop windows trying to find her Mum; she felt that everyone was staring. Then she felt really uncomfortable as if someone had been staring at her for a long time, so she turned her head and saw a woman approaching in her direction. Suddenly the woman said exactly “what a pretty girl you are! Just the person I’m looking for!”
Emma looked surprised, amazed and was wondering what the woman was on about. The woman saw that Emma was surprised and wondering. “I’m from a modelling agency,” she answered to Emma’s question without Emma even speaking. Emma didn’t say anything and kept quiet. The woman saw this as an opportunity to keep talking.
“I’m here today as I am looking for some teenager girls. Like you—roughly around 12 to 15 year olds with long blond hair, blue eyes and slim and about 5 Foot 1 Inches high.
Emma felt pleased and thought, “If I get choose to be a model I would be more popular and might be appreciated more. She had blond hair, blue eyes, was slim and was about 5 Foot 1 Inches. So she followed the woman into the escalator and out of the Shopping Centre.
They walked along a quiet street; this was when Emma started to feel that something wasn’t right and stopped to have a look around. This was when the woman grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her along, shouting “Hurry up, don’t stop.”
This was when Emma realise that the woman wasn’t from a modelling agency as she said she was.
Emma started to panic; she had to find a way of getting away from her. She tried struggling to get away from the woman, but the woman grabbing her grip on her. Emma screams as the woman had hurt her with grapping her so aggressively. This when she saw three people running in her direction, they were two policemen and her Mum. The woman dropped her to the ground and ran in the opposite direction. Emma’s mother ran, towards her and gives her a cuddle, saying, “I was really worried about you; thank God you’re all right.”
The policemen ran after the woman…
