The ‘Witch’.

The ‘Witch’

Miss Goodson was a teacher at West End primary school. She was a very kind woman, who never shouted and never needed to. Everyone liked Miss Goodson; she always seemed fair about arguments, homework, and other aspects of school life. She was a very pretty woman in her twenties and lived alone, and she was fond of a very special kid, Simon Smith.

Simon Smith was one of the kids of class 4 in Miss Goodson’s class. She adored him. He was like a long lost son she never had. In fact, it wasn’t long ago that Miss Goodson adopted Simon as her very own. Simon lived in a home for kids with no parents. He was a very nice boy who was matched with Miss Goodson’s personality.

The story starts in a small cottage in the suburban area of Little Kingside. The quiet area was not very far away from the school and it was easy for Miss Goodson to get to and from her work. The mornings during school were an everyday living timetable. Everyday Miss Goodson got up, had a shower and cooked breakfast before waking up Simon who needed waking two times. Simon would spend 15 minutes getting changed before coming downstairs to the table for breakfast, which was the daily bacon sandwich and orange juice to wash it down. Miss Goodson took good care of Simon and made sure he wasn’t in need of anything.

They walked to school together everyday, which took a brisk 15-minute walk. Simon held his mum’s hand as they walked the quite countryside streets. Everyday Simon and his mum used to pass a businessman who walked in the opposite way to his work. He was a smart man about twenty-five years old and always used to say a good morning and what a lovely day it was. Simon noticed his mum always used to talk to this man. Simon liked this man a lot and had always wished for a dad as well as a mum.

As they carried through the path to school, Simon always used to pass the ‘Witch’s’ house. All the kids at school talked at sleepovers and rainy days inside the classroom about this house. The story was about a boy who used to be in the class above Simon’s. He was a very nasty boy and used to scare girls and beat up anyone he liked when he got bored. No one liked him and everyone was scared of him. Then one day this mean boy didn’t come to school. He was off for a week or so and no ...

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By the time Simon recapped the story of the ‘Witch’, he was at school and met with his friends.

‘Hi, Simon’ said his best friend Andrew.

‘Hi Andrew’ replied Simon who was still thinking about the house and was a bit dazed to Andrew.

‘What’s the matter Simon, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?’

‘No, it’s just I went past the…’ Simon’s voice turned to a whisper.

‘Witch’s house’ whispered Simon.

‘Oh, what you mean the witch’s house’ said Andrew in what seemed the loudest voice in the classroom.

‘Shhhh Andrew do you want the whole class knowing?’ said Simon in a desperate whisper.

‘Sorry’ apologized Andrew.

‘Anyway, I was just thinking what happened to that boy.’

‘What you mean, David Gobbis?’

‘Is he the one who went missing?’ Simon questioned.

‘Yeah, apparently he was turned into a cat and kept as a pet!’

‘No, that’s not what happened’, Cathy butted in. Cathy was Simon’s other best friend.

‘He was shrunk and fed to the ‘Cruncher’ downstairs’, explained Cathy.

‘What’s the ‘Cruncher’?’ asked Simon.

‘It’s the biggest, scariest, monster with the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen. It eats little boy’s and girl’s, but they have to be shrunk otherwise the monster can’t fit him or her into his mouth’ answered Cathy.

‘That’s not true’ said Andrew ‘he was turned into the witch’s cat’.

‘No he wasn’t’

‘Yes he was’ Andrew and Cathy argued until Simon stopped them.

‘Listen, LISTEN!’ shouted Simon.

The whole class fell silent and Simon was the centre of everyone’s view.

‘Sorry’ Simon said quietly.

At lunch the conversation continued.

‘I want to find out what happened’ said Simon.

‘You can’t go in there, you won’t come back!’ pleaded Cathy.

‘I’ll come with you, Simon’ said Andrew.

‘Well if you two are going then I am’ said Cathy.

‘No you can’t you’re a girl’ said Simon and Andrew together.

Cathy ran off in a humph.

‘We better say sorry’ said Simon

‘No, just leave it’ replied Andrew. ‘She’ll get over it’.

The next day Simon got up as usual and asked his mum if he could go to Andrew’s house after school.

‘Sure, but make sure you are with Andrew all the time and don’t go anywhere’ said Miss Goodson.

The school day was over before Simon and Andrew knew it. They both ran to Andrew’s house as fast as they could. Andrew’s house was just behind the school. They both got changed and made their way to the ‘Witch’s’ house.

‘Mum I’m just going to the corner shop, ok’ said Andrew to his mum.

‘Sure honey, but come back before it’s dark’ replied Andrew’s mum.

Andrew and Simon took a short cut to the witch’s house. They waded through the long grass of the short cut and came to the house.

The house was a Victorian style house with an upstairs and was shaded by the long branches of the elm trees that leaned over the house. It always appears in the shade, which made the house look even more peculiar. The front lawn was covered in uncut grass and was about two and a half feet long. It looked like it hadn’t been cut for years and covered the path to the house. There seemed no entry route for this reason so our adventurers waded through the grass.

‘Aren’t there grass snakes in this grass?’ asked Andrew.

‘Don’t be such a wimp Andrew. Just follow me’. Said Simon.

As they approached the door, Simon stood still and listened. There was no noise at all apart from the distance dog barking from a couple of houses down the road. Simon reached for the door handle that was covered in spider webs. As he gripped the door handle, his had started to sweat a very cold sweat.

He eventually opened the door and inside he could see that this house was empty. As he wondered in a bit more inside, he saw many brown boxes full of books and clothes. They were scattered all over the rooms. He came to a room with no light switch. It was completely dark. He went to light the candle with a match he found. He had done it lot’s of times before and he knew how to light a match from his mum. As he lit the candle, he carried it across the room to a box full of stuff. He wanted to find answers to the questions that came up in his mind. He knew it was stupid coming here, but he needed to know what happened. As he searched through the belongings, he came across a photo. The photo had dust covered over it and as he blew the dust, Andrew sneezed.

‘aa,aa, aachooooooo! Can we go now Simon, I don’t like this place? I’m scared.’ Pleaded Andrew.

‘Just a bit longer Andrew, I want to know what happened’.

In this photo frame, he saw two boys, a little boy and a big meaty boy. The little boy resembled someone he knew. It was as if he knew him. He wondered for a while then realised it was getting dark so he turned to leave.

As he turned to leave he dropped the candle. Suddenly the whole room burst into flames. There was no option, but to back up into the room. Simon grabbed Andrew and pulled him back.

‘Help, help, help were trapped! Somebody save us.’

‘Simon, Andrew is that you’ said Cathy as she answered Simon’s prayer.

‘Cathy quick get some help. There’s a fire.’

‘Ok I’ll be as quick as I can’ with that, Cathy disappeared and left Simon and Andrew.

‘Simon I can’t breathe’

‘Andrew remember our fire practice. Stop, drop and roll and always stay down when there is smoke.’

They both lowered their heads and stayed as low as possible. It took another five minutes until Cathy came back to the house. With a nudge, the door burst open and there stood Simon’s hero, the man that he met on the way to school. The man came through the flames, using the door as a shield. He quickly grabbed Simon and Andrew and opened the window and helped Simon and Andrew through. They were rescued and a fire brigade soon came to the rescue of the house. Simon said thank you to the man and his mum came up behind him.

‘Oh Simon I’m so glad your safe, don’t ever do some stunt like that again,’ Simon’s mum gave Simon a great big hug.

Simon was still wondering about the boy in the photo. Then all of a sudden, it came to him. That photo was of him. He soon realised that it was a picture of his family and the meatish boy was his brother.

So, there’s the end of the story. Simon found out he had a brother and soon was reunited with him. His brother David was adopted into Miss Goodson’s family and everything was sorted and everyone was, but one thing was left out.

‘Thank you for saving my son, you’re too kind. If there’s anything I can do for you just ask,’ said Miss Goodson to Simon’s hero.

‘Well there is one thing you could do for me. You can come to dinner with me tomorrow night,’ and with that there was a kiss and Simon found a new dad.

THE END