Ice Cream

As I walked home from school, I couldn’t help but grin with joy, at the A+ I had gotten on my addition test. I had gotten the best grade in my 1st grade class. Mama will be so excited to hear about this, I thought. I was about halfway home when I noticed a car had driven up next to me on the road. The window went down and I saw that it was Mr. McGregor. He was an older fellow, but he was the nicest man in the neighborhood. He always said hello to people when he was walking around in the neighborhood, and was generally just very nice. “Hello Samantha, your mom told me to bring you home today,” he said. “Ok,” I said cheerfully. “Were going to go get some ice cream first though.” He said. “Yay!” I replied. I loved ice cream, it was my favorite dessert, and there was an ice cream place that I loved to go to. I hope we go there, I thought. So we drove for a while and talked. Then we approached the ice cream place, but we drove past it and didn’t stop. “We just passed the ice cream place,” I said. “We’re going to a new ice cream place,” he said. “Ok,” I said. “I’m always excited to try something new!” “Well good, I think you’ll like this ice cream,” he said. So we continued to drive a little more, and then we turned off into a heavily forested area. The trees were so big and green, it was magical. Then after a moment, we stopped in the driveway of a small house. “My friend who lives here makes wonderful ice cream,” he said with a grin. “Oo, cool!” I said. So we got out and went into the house, but as we entered it was dark inside. “Where are they?” I asked. Then suddenly, Mr. Mcgregor put his arm around my face, and covered my mouth. Then he picked me up, and carried me towards stairs that led down to the basement. I kicked and screamed, trying to escape, but nothing worked. Then we disappeared into the basement. It wasn’t until a week later that I came out of that basement. I was bleeding, covered in bruises, I was hurt badly. Then Mr. Mcgregor came out, he had a solemn look on his face as he was led into the police car. Mr. Mcgregor was no longer the nicest man in the neighborhood.