Kendra

Grade 6

Fort Saskatchewan
Alberta

The Shabby Old Box House

One foggy evening I was creeping around the outskirts of the dump. I jumped to the blaring sound of a dog barking. I see a shabby old dox house. I couldn’t help but laugh. It was the most ridiculous looking box house I had ever seen. As I walk closer to the box house, I can hear a rustling within the box house. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was so I crept closer as I peered through the box window. I almost screamed when I saw a person sleeping all alone in the shabby old box house. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like living all alone no one there to comfort you when you are sad. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without a loving family and a warm house. I wished I could do something to help. So I dashed back to my house. I slowly opened the door and I felt a warm blast of air as I slowly stepped into the house. I walked over the slick floor to the pantry, I sweep all the cans of soup beans and many more things including a can opener to open the cans. I shove all the cans I can carry into a big blue bag. I ran to the door, leaped out of the house, and race back to the old box house. I place the blue bag down on the ground. I rap on the scratch box door. A rough gritty voice speaks, “Who are you and what do you want!” I replied, “I am Wilder Kong. “Hah! what kind of parent names their kid Wilder? What is your business here? he asks. “I brought you some food,” I say. what you brought food to a man like me the man replied. Yes I say I thought you might like some. I hear a rustling in the box house and all of a sudden the door crashes open. The man had brown eyes, grey hair, he looked like he was 60 and he was covered in ripped clothes. I laID the stuff I bought for him on the ground. The man bursts out crying, Thank you so much I will never ever forget what you have done for me!”