SOPHIE’S 

CATASTROPHE!

    It was a warm sunny Monday morning, the third day of the summer holidays. Sophie was up very early and out into the front garden. Her head was full of things to do in the next six weeks.

    Looking over the garden fence she saw something glittering in the middle of the road. It was a 50p coin! She was sure; she could almost make out the straight sides. It wasn’t a bottle top, it wasn’t some silver paper. It was some money, what a good start to her holidays she thought to herself.

    Mr Smith who lived at number 13 on the same road as Sophie was up late; his alarm clock was playing up and not going off at the right time. “No time for a proper breakfast, just a cup of tea and a biscuit” he shouted to the family as he went to the front door. Grabbing his car keys and his briefcase he was thinking about the meeting at work. What was he going to say? About the new computers that were being installed in his office he thought to himself. The car started first time and he reversed out of the drive.

     Allan was delivering the morning papers and was at number 8, just opposite the road to Sophie’s house. He was coming back down the path on his bike when he saw Sophie coming out of her gate, and Mr Smith’s car coming round the corner.  The thing he didn’t expect to see was Sophie walking out into the road; her eyes were looking at the ground and not at the car getting nearer and nearer. She was three steps into the road when Allen realised what was going to happen, he shouted as loud as he could”Sophie look out a car is coming”.

    Allan’s dad Peter had also got up early that morning, he was on his holidays as well. He had decided to catch up on all of the jobs around the house and garden. The first job was mowing the front lawn and that was when he heard his son’s voice shouting to Sophie. From his front garden, he lived at number 14; he also could see what was going to happen.