"O.K Lisa after I open the door leg it to the end of the path, swing open the gate and walk as quickly as you can to the end of the road. Got all that?" "Yes Peter you tell me this every flaming morning." "O.K, O.K! Just making sure that's all!" Peter is 16, has blonde hair, blue eye, 5'6 and has a striking face opens the front door to their home in England, Southampton and shouts. "Right. RUN!" Lisa who is 14 has light brown hair, blue eyes and is 5'2 with long legs and a cute face. She and Peter legged it, but only got half way down the path to hear the voice of there next door neighbour. "Look who it is Sarah! Peter and Lisa, my, have not seen you in ages." Peter and Lisa stopped and turned round to face their neighbour who was smiling so much that if he smiled any harder his whole face was going to crack! Lisa and Peter gave a very weak smile back. "Someone help us!" Whispered Peter under his breath. "Come here you two and gave your good old neighbour a hug." John had his arms stretch out wide. Peter having no choice, as he was the oldest out of the two had to go first. He slowly walked up to him and leaned over the small fence and hugged John. After about 2 minutes John finely let go! Then Lisa hugged him and after about 4 long painful minutes he released her. For some reason him and Sarah always hugged Lisa for longer. Maybe because she was younger or they liked her more then Peter.
Sarah came running out of the house with her very out of fashion apron on. She was a fat oldest lady with, well what only looked liked she tried too die her hair herself and made a pretty darn mess of it. She had tried to cover up the grey parts of her hair using the colour blonde but she had bits of grey sticking out all over the place! It was ovules that she did not like the colour blonde. She then tried to die it brown but make a mess of that too. So she had a bit of grey here and a bit of blonde there and a mixer of brown too. "Give up lady!" Thought Peter, "let it be grey, it would look a lot better that way!" John, well lets say he has a bit of trouble getting colours to match. At the moment he was wearing a very old red shirt. It was red! As red as a tomato. His trousers were bright green with a yellow sort of pathetic pattern on them. The bright green would make your eyes hurt that you would not be able to look at them for more than a second! You think his zip up top would match with his trousers, right? Wong! It was a brown mucky colour and it was ripped in several places. So you think his colours of his clothes were bad, then you don't want to see the house. How Sarah can stand the colours no one really knows. She must have a very dull eye sight because every room in the house was full of bright colours! John himself was a very thin old man, with a very bonnie pale face. Sarah's face was reddest and chubby and they both had smallish green eyes.
Anyway Sarah came running out of the house and cried. "Look at you two, look at you! How much have you grown? Let me come round to you and give you a big hug!" Peter and Lisa's happy looking smiles turned in to very worrying smiles. Sarah's hugs weren't only big, they were huge, massive, enormous. The first target was Lisa as Sarah came rushing in Peter's front garden. With a great leap Sarah swung her great arms around Lisa. Peter felt so sorry for Lisa because he could almost hear the sound of her bones cracking in her body. When Sarah went to Peter had almost tried to make an excuse that he was so desperate to use the toilet that if he didn't go right that second, he was going to wet himself! But his plan floated out of his head and ending up hugging Sarah. Him bones didn't click of crack, but she was making him feel very unconvertible. Finely she let go and said. "You two must have some of my lovely cakes, I'll just run in and get them."
She dashed back into the house and after about 3 minutes later she came out with a tray full of what only looked like the worse baked cakes you had ever seen! They were not brownie coloured, they were jet black, black as night! "Now I know why their smoke alarm was going off last night!" Lisa whispered to Peter. Peter raised his eye brows at her to say that she was absolutely right! She gave them one each. They both tasted it and it was so disgusting. They were rock hard! Cakes are meant to be soft not chipping bits of you tooth off! After eating the black cakes. Peter looked at his watch it was 8:45. He was glad but he was going to be in detention at school if he and Lisa didn't leg it before there first lesson started. Which was at 9:00. "Lisa look at the time we're going to be late if we don't move it!" Lisa never looked happier. They were so glad that they could get away from their neighbours! "Oh Ok than dear see you later then." Sarah said in a sort of sad voice. Peter and Lisa were running down the path as John was waking good bye. "Do you think they liked my cakes john." Asked Sarah as she walked back into her front garden. "Of course they did!" John said in a cheerful voice. "Did you see their faces they loved them!" Sarah smiled at him as they walked back into the house. "Do you want one then John?" "Errr, no thanks just had lunch." "But John it's nearly nine 'o clock!" "oh, yah. Umm I'll have one at tea then."
"Yuck. Them cakes were horrible!" Cried Lisa. "Yep, sure were." Replied Peter "I hate both of them!" "I do too. They treat us like four year olds and I know they know that I am 14 and you 12!" "Come on Peter run faster it's nine 'o cloak!" They both ran as fast as they could to school and tried to forget about what had happened that morning!