Mike Story..By Bismah..

I have written this story during the holiday’s.Please tell me what you think of it.

Mike was 9 years of age, soon turning 10. His birthday was on the 15th September. He had no sisters but he had one brother.(Callum and his brother were twins.) His brother was named Callum. They were both in the same class in Bucanan primary school in England.

It was the summer holidays and Mike and Callum wanted to go somewhere. “Mum, can we go to Ben’s house? It’s really fun their for me!I like playing with his lego!” Said Mike. Mike was still a bit childish however, Callum was very mature for his age. “Mother, I don’t want to go to Ben’s house to play with lego,I would rather go somewhere else like saturday school.” Callum said with a polite, mature attitude.

“Well I think that’s a fabulous idea Callum.You can go to Saturday school with Callum.” Replied Alexis, their mother.

“I don’t want to go there. It’ boring and all you ever do their is work! So, I am going to Ben’s house weather you two like it or not!” Stomping angrily, mike went upstairs. As he was walking on the stairs he stopped. He could hear his mum and his brother talking about him saying that he was too ‘immature’ for his age and that he should be more like Callum. Mike got very angry. He walked back down knuckles clenched, anger in his veins and his face red with fury. As he reached the kitchen he shouted “What do you mean I should be more like Callum? He’s too boring and doesn’t know how to have any fun! I wish he was dead!”

At that moment their was a chiming sound. Mike found himself on the kitchen floor. He looked around. He was in the same house and the same kitchen but where was his mum and Callum? He stood up to the call of his name. It was his mum. “What are you doing here in the kitchen? You just ate breakfast!” She said with an amazed look on her face.

“Umm.. I.. I’m still hungry.” Mike replied confused.

“Well then sit down at the table and i’ll make you your favourite meal, Spaghetti and meatballs.”

Mike thought for a moment, his favourite meal was not spaghetti and meatballs, it was chicken and chips. Spaghetti was Callum’s favourite meal!

“My favourite meal is chicken and chips. Spaghetti and meatballs is Callum’s favourite meal!” He said, raising his eyebrows.

“What do you mean and who’s Callum? Is he your friend?” Alexis said, with her hands on her hips.    jcjv




9 thoughts on “Mike Story..By Bismah..

  1. WOW! I think that your story is great. I can’t wait until you write the next part! It will be amazing. The thing I liked about it was you used ‘His knuckles clenched with anger’ That was great.
    KEEP IT UP!!!!!

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