By Samantha Dryden
Charlotte was biking home from school. It was great being in the fresh air again after a long day of being in a stuffy classroom doing math. She hated math. But none of that mattered at the moment because tonight was her favourite night of the week. Shopping night.
"Can you please pick up that tin of pineapple for me" asked Charlotte's mum as they walked through the supermarket about an hour after dark.
"Sure" said Charlotte. She bent down to pick up the tin.
Suddenly the lights went out.
She couldn't see the tin any more. In fact she couldn't see anything except the supermarket manager just up ahead, his torch shining brightly as he led everyone out of the emergency exit. Charlotte began to follow. So desperate to get out of the dark supermarket that she forgot all about the tin and tripped over it.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't see the supermarket manager's torch light any more. Charlotte was alone . No light. No sense of direction. No one to comfort her. A shiver ran down Charlotte's spine. She knew that when you get lost you are meant to stay put. But Charlotte was afraid of the dark and would try almost anything to get out.Still crying she got up and started to walk forward , arms out in front of her.
Charlotte hadn't gotten far when she walked right into a shelf full of marshmallows. The soft packets rained down over her as she turned to run the other way. This must be the way. Yes. She could see the soft moonlight coming from the glass doors. She could see her mum waiting for her just outside.
She could see the electricity man coming to turn on the lights.
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