Wendy groaned as she bent over to the basket of potatoes. "hurry up girl I don't have all day" The Matron ordered and slapped Wendy's face. Wendy fell onto the basket and potatoes spilled all over the floor "That's it I'm done with dealing with you, to the Basement for a week!" the matron grabbed Wendy by the ear and led her downstairs to the infamous basement which was where the Headmaster had instructed that any children who were slow at their job or didn't do what was told were to be put in the basement which was damp and cold as a matron locked the door and shouted "Don't make any noise!"
Wendy sat shivering . She had been at the workhouse for a month now and had heard from the other children that had been in the basement that it was the worst place in the house to be. Two hours passed in perfect silence . It grew dark and Wendy grew scared. Two days later no one had come for Wendy and she was worried that if she didn't eat or drink soon she would die and so she made a plan to escape. For the next Day or so she examined the basement throughly. Noting that the windows were loose she then looked for something that could open the window without making any noise. She found part of a belt buckle in a corner.
That night as the sun was going down she listened for any approaching feet not hearing anything, she started prying the window open. She had just finished opening it . When she heard voices " Yes I swear i hears something " The matron said . Wendy started panicking. she started climbing out the window when said "It's probably the rats " and the steps faded away. Wendy sighed with relief and slipped out the window.
She didn't know where she was going but she ran as far away from the workhouse as she could. She grew confused as she kept running and with a sudden strick of thought realized that the workhouse was outside of London . She continued walking hoping that a town or city was near and someone could tell her where London is. But there was nothing except the main road and acres of land. Finally she came to a plack that said that London was 25 miles away. Wendy groaned but continued walking.
At last three days later she approached London and entered the market quite ragged and near death as she hadn't eaten in a weeks time.
She rested on the street and would've died there too if someone hadn't said "Now wot 'ave we 'ere"
