"Tea's ready!" Mrs Black called, taking the plates and cutlery into the living room. Ivy Black, her eldest daughter, gave no response at all. Thalia Black, her youngest daughter skipped into the living room and shook Ivy. Ivy opened her grey, misty eyes and silently took out her earplugs. She had been listening to Smoke, her favourite band, and stroking her cat, Smoke(named after her favourite band). As she ate her dinner, she thought about what the members of Smoke had said on the radio today, 'It's the day! All the spirits and elements will come alive if you don't take out the ruby from the gold! The location is far so hurry! Stop dawdling and go!'. She finished her dinner and waited in her room for her family to go to sleep. She would go that very night, alone.....
At 11:00, all was still. Ivy pulled on her warm coat and some NIKE trainers and tiptoed downstairs. She opened the door as silently as possible but it screeched loudly. Ivy froze, she heard her sister stir. Then, all was silent once again. Ivy pulled the door shut behind her and set off on her journey.
The wind came rushing down from the sky chaotically; forcing everything down. As Ivy took another step, a tree broke and rolled towards her, tripping her up. Taking this chance, the wind blew harder. It pressed her down, forcing her to stay down. The trees old branches scratched her coat and clothes, leaving them torn and ripped. Everything happened in a split-second and Ivy Black, for the first time in her 13 years of life, felt scared. Unlucky 13.
The tree threw her against the brick wall and set off, on its way. Ivy thought it was all over and just as she was about to scramble up and away, something invisible grabbed her clammy hands. She screamed, being wrenched back against the hard wall. Something tapped her shoulder and she turned to see that it was her own shadow! It's slender, grey fingers reached out towards her and before Ivy could run, caught her neck! It strangled her, enjoying her every second of pain. As she was about to lose her life, a different shadow tapped her shadow and took it away. Ivy ran like she had never ran before! As fast as a lion, as fast as a cheetah, faster than all the living things' speed put together. Her dark brown hair whitened until it was like smoke. Her smoky hair trailed behind her like a silver dragon.
She fell onto the yellowing grass and cried out. Silvery tears slid down her smooth cheeks. Sobbing, Ivy thought of her warm, cosy bed, the white, soft pillow. How she missed home! She wanted to go back terribly much, but she was worried she'd see her family dead. "Ivy Black. Go home." a strange but kind-sounding voice whispered. Though she didn't know who it was, Ivy took its advice and ran like the wind back home.
In front of the black, glossy door Ivy stood. Hesitating, she stepped back. A rush of wind blew against her back, freezing her back where her clothes were ripped. She hadn't brought the key so, plucking up the courage, her fingers curled around the door knocker. She took a deep breath. Ivy sighed, dropping her pale hand. Observing the cold, gold door knocker, she noticed a glinting ruby attached to it. '....take out the ruby from the gold....' 'Gold, ruby.' she thought, bringing those thoughts together. She had no time to think that this was not far away. Her sweaty hand grasped the ruby and pulled it out of the door just in time before midnight. All the rushing stopped. Everything was stock still....SHE'D DONE IT! She saw a shaped part in the ruby and used it to unlock the door. Fixing it back on, she slipped into the calm house and into home.
Epilogue
Ivy Black(21), Oscar Hunt(25), May Hunt(5) and April Hunt(4) sit calm in there normal little house. They have 2 cats: Black and Hunt and a kitten: Ghost. May Hunt and April Hunt fuss over Ghost, Ivy Black over Black and Hunt. Oscar Hunt doesn't really fuss over cats, but he does over his wife and daughters. Ivy Black recalls Smoke and that peculiar night often and even has to sleep with Ghost on that date every year. Next generation, a new, happy Hunt family.
