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The Transformation

It was a cold day that Friday morning in Harringtown. The icy cold air was biting the ears of those who braved the unforgiving weather. It was one of those days when nothing seemed to be going right. Firstly, at 7.30 I fell out of bed like a baby the first time it sleeps in its new bed. Then at 8 o’clock I spilt my cornflakes all over my uniform, at 8.30 I realised I needed my P.E. kit for football practice. I felt so clumsy and useless, by 9 o’clock it went too far, this was no joke. I have no idea how this could have happened – this was a real mystery. Maybe it was when we all went to the park, me, John and Mike and did something that was slightly out of the ordinary. Maybe it was my father and his strange experiments he’s performing at his work. It could be anything. It was like a movie. “No way”, I thought to myself, “this can’t be true”. I pinched myself once, I pinched myself twice. No, this wasn’t a dream, this had really happened……

Everything happened so suddenly, one minute I was an average teenager at an average school with an average life. Then the next minute I was...Well, I wasn’t.

My father who worked for the ministry of defence had been testing on all sorts of insects and animals to see the effect these chemical weapons had on them. I could understand my dad being subject to a weird chain of events. But why me? The other night me, John and Mike all went to the park, we went into the woods and we found a petrol can, we knew we shouldn’t but we gathered together some wood and looked for any paper we might have had in our pocket and started to make a fire. Mike smoked so he had a lighter with him, we lit the fire and poured petrol all over it. We had no idea it would react so violently. At first it was exciting and exhilarating but after a while it was no fun, for some reason Mike came up with the strange but wonderful idea of burning bugs, me and John weren’t too keen and sat down but there was no holding back for Mike. He put as many bugs as he could find into the raging fire, any that crawled out went straight back in. After Mike got bored of that idea he turned to something else, ‘spit roast’, after piercing and skewering at least 5 insects he cooked them slowly over the rampant fire, then he ate them. I could also understand Mike being subject to a weird chain of events. But once again why me? Why was it me that suffered the consequences for other people’s strange antics with bugs? Why did I  turn into a SHIELD BUG?                  

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Somehow the old, traditional style town of Harringtown was so different. Harringtown, in the centre of the Harrow District, used to be such a basic, simple town, now it was complicated and awkward. The small quaint town with the aging beamed library and the customary narrow streets all looked so different now that I am 1 inch long and have 6 legs. The short, peaceful walk to school through the overhanging weeping willows, wading through the brown, orange and golden leaves that fall during autumn, then freeze in the harsh sub-zero temperatures that follow during the winter months, became ...

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