introduction
It was a cold December night just on the outskirts of London, a small semi-detached house stood, it was white with green front door and window boxes. Being December the 6 the out side Christmas decorations had been put up and were on and shining. The family that lived in this house were a normal little family with there own way of doing things and such, there was Emma (mum), and John (dad), Will there 18 year old son and there 16 year old daughter ivy.
There house was in a small road, not very busy, they new every one there, to the right of the house there was a small ally leading to the houses behind and gardens. Over looking the back garden that this alley ran along, at the back of this house was a small bedroom ivy's bedroom.
Her room wasn't to fancy nor to fussy, just a normal room. There was no colour on three of the walls and a soft yellow on the last, all the furniture matched. There wasn't to much furniture just what was needed, there was a small desk with a new black swivel chair she had got as a present for tidying her room for a month, a built in wardrobe with a mirror in the centre of three sliding doors, a chest of draws, a small bedside table her dad had made her specially and the last thing was her bed, just the right size for her. And this is where we start this story.