This is the first two paragraphs of the narrative that I wrote. We worked with James and made an audio to go with our stories. I got James to read it for me. Enjoy!
Victoria sat up, rubbing her forehead as a sharp pain pierced her head. She lowered her hand, looking down at it and saw a thick line of crimson blood smeared on her hand. She felt a pang of panic shoot through her mind as she scrambled to get up off the hard wooden floor. Victoria rushed to a dusty mirror that was leaning against the wall, she wiped the dust off and looked at her reflection. Her once beautiful long dark blonde hair was messy and had patches of dried blood here and there. Her green eyes opened wide in horror and she saw her favourite black t-shirt and jeans were torn and she instantly knew that this work was made by either a knife or sword. Gazing at the reflection she ran her hands along her bruised and scratched arms.
Victoria looked away from the mirror and stumbled towards a small padded armchair next to a small coffee table, she sat down and looked around the room to see if she could remember where she was. The walls had white wallpaper torn and dusty. The wooden furniture around her looked old and broken. A single bed was pushed to the corner of the room, it had a torn sheet laid over the dirty mattress and the pillows looked damp and uncomfortable. She saw a bit of light spread across the floor and lifted her head to see a dusty cracked window with torn white cotton drapes drawn to the sides. Getting up she headed through a small hallway and walked out the front door, turning around she looked at the house and noticed that it hasn’t been lived in for a long time, with the stairs broken and windows smashed, graffiti staining the walls, overgrown plants and ivy climbing the walls, huge hedges surrounded the property. She headed down a short broken concrete path and opened a huge black gate.
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