At the bottom of our village is the old people they live near the church for a few reasons, when they die they haven’t got far to go and they are holy and like to go to church at 8 am Sunday morning! The old people, they overrule the kids. There are more of them than us but we own most of the village, we have the school, village hall, bus stop and pub car park. They have the rest of the village. Oh yes we also have a few burnt out barns up the top that we visited quite often…
The bus service to the nearest towns run every two hours on the dot, when they decide to turn up at all. The parent taxi is the usual mode of transport.
I moved into Arkholme twelve years ago, when I was three. I started planning how to get out ten years ago. Id had enough after two years. Now I’ve lived here twelve years I’m still planning how to escape.
Three years ago my friend’s parents wanted to move to York and for some mad reason she wanted to stay, we set up teddy traps for the potential buyers but we forgot that we set them up so I walked through a door and about fifty soft toys fell on me! We also flooded the bathroom and ran round the house screaming “ ghost!” none of this worked and she moved away, now I’m alone, In my own little world far away from civilisation. I will eventually move away from here. I will come back to Arkholme when I die to be buried in the graveyard because I like that place, its fun rolling down the mound in the middle of the night.
If anyone wants to visit Arkholme they may but the guided tour takes ½ an hour, for three trips. We also charge £50 for one person. On the way around our village you may spot my friends and I sat talking, an old man walking a dog, a middle aged woman running up the hill also you may see a lot of drunk people coming out of the pub and a seventeen year old rebel with dance blasting put of her bedroom window into everyone else’s bedroom windows. This is what you can normally see in our village, but on a special day you might be lucky and spot a BT van fixing the telephone poles or some builders building a house that was supposed to be done last Christmas, well they are halfway there now!
When they were building the village hall and playing field I decided to see what the field was like so I went on it. I was running around trying to catch a rabbit, the next thing I knew I was knee deep in mud but I’d caught a rabbit. It had goo coming out of its eyes so I put it down. I was trying to get out of the sloppy mud but I fell over on my face. I had to walk up the village to my house with my trousers and face coated in brown mud. My hair was messy with twigs and mud in it that was one of my worse looks over the years.
Our village is sleepy, the builders take two years to build a house the school takes three years to make a pond and garden and the buses come through when they feel like it. But I wouldn’t like to live in a town because they’re to fast-paced and noisy.
