Maggots
Waking up is a peculiar thing, sometimes you may wake up to a fine day where everything goes in your favour, however some mornings you may wake up to a sorrowful series of events you could never have believed to be possible. But the most unusual mornings of all, are when you are a hundred per cent positive it is going to be a lovely cheerful day and then turns out to be the complete opposite, a day in which everything seems to not go your way.
Now unfortunately this story begins with one of these strange starts to the day, though maybe not in a place you would exactly expect. This tale begins in a place unbeknown to many humans - squirming squiggling creatures have a life of their in these wonderful underground tunnels, these creatures are named… maggots. Did I hear that disappointed sigh as I said the name of a breed much more intelligent than they sound? – well here's news for you, just because you have not heard of the secretive and quite frankly brilliant lives of maggots, it doesn't mean no one has….
"Lizzie! Get out of bed this instant, the sun is shining and dads taken time off work to see us"
Mrs .Maggot called from the kitchen (which was as small as a dolls house kitchen), "and I've got chocolate croissants for breakfast" she added temptingly. Lizzie the maggot yawned stiffly and then groaned as she heaved her slimy body from under the bed sheets and made her way to her clothes drawer. However just as she reached to choose a turquoise blouse, a thundering rumble and crash fell to her delicate ears. Lizzie heard screams and tears from the room her twin brothers shared, but she stayed silent hoping to see where this strange noise was coming from. Eventually Lizzie uttered a high pitched scream as a small crack grew and grew in her ceiling until her own walls and ceiling collapsed on top of her, forcing her to take refuge under her bed. Then quite suddenly an extremely bewildered and petrified Lizzie was seized by a pair of giant, rugged scabby hands which appeared to be coming from the crack in the ceiling. Human hands. Poor Lizzie had no idea what happened in the time that followed, but soon enough the over larged hands shoved her in to what appeared to be a large container. A lid was fastened on and everything went pitch black. Although Lizzie was a clever maggot it took a long time for her to work out where she was, but finally came to the conclusion she had only heard about in horror tales: A FISHERMANS TUB OF WORMS AND MAGGOTS. It had to be, the human hands grabbing her from her home, the total darkness as she was shoved in to the tub and of course the shapes of several other poor worms and maggots awaiting their fate.
But deep down Lizzie knows she can survive.
