Ch4 Day 1-evening-

There has always been a group of houses here. No one knows why but they've been here. Small houses with tiny tiled roofs. Not large enough for a normal human family but maybe just big enough for a child to stay in.

One day a young boy found this town. He was very sad. He has seen things no son should ever see. Felt things no boy should ever be made to feel. He was scared. Alone. Afraid. He hid in one of the houses. Then he heard them coming. He hid in one of the houses. They kicked in the doors one by one. As he hid in the corner he heard the voices grow louder… and louder… and then… they all went away. He never did learn why they just left… The boy stayed in the house as the sun went down. He looked around. There wasn't any furniture, no wallpaper. Nothing. He lay on the floor below the window and fell asleep.

When he woke up he found he had turned into a tortoise. From then on whenever the people came to look all they found was the tortoise boy and left.

"Do you see what I'm trying to say?" Tom said as we walked along the river. "If you stay here you'll turn into one of us." I nodded trying to understand. "Isabell reckons you have a week before you turn into an animal."

"I see…"

"Look. This is a lot to take in. I suggest you go to bed and we can discuss what we want to do in the morning. OK?" I nodded and we approached my door.

"Goodnight Nook" I said in a monotone

"Goodnight hardworking tooth." He started walking away. I walked into my house and flopped onto the bed. I heard a tap on my window. Looking up I saw a pelican with a letter in his hand.

"You don't have a letterbox!" His muffled voice came through the window. I opened up the window sluggishly and he handed me the letter. "You look exhausted! Get some rest, I'm sure I'll see you in the morning with more letters, goodnight!" and with that he hopped away. I sat on my bed and considered all that Nook had said to me. I lay back and closed my eyes…

Sleep would do me good I tried to convince myself…

But images of mum and HIM filled my mind. I'd been so distracted here I hadn't realised it had been twenty four hours since I left… I hope he wasn't taking it out on mum…

-Day 1 end-

Next time: Mums letter…