We All Had Different Ideas About What to do With The Parcel

It was a lovely afternoon. The dappled sun shone through the trees creating mysterious shadows. The blue sky was dotted with white fluffy clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. The roads shimmered in the heat of the midday sun. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window. The weather was overall so good that Catherine, Ivanna, Tom and I decided to play outside. As soon as we went to the playground Tom touched the four of us and said, "Tag you are it!" And then he started to run as fast as his legs could carry him. Catherine bursted out of anger and said, "why does he always do this without any kind of warning?" And the three of us started to chase him with with a devilish smile on our faces.

While chasing Tom, we saw that black ominous clouds started to appear in the sky. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the whole ambience. The wind was howling, all the gales of laughter came to an abrupt halt. We became rooted to the spot, that the four of us were still out here. When we started to head towards our respective houses we realized the most terrible thing ever. We were lost in the middle of nowhere! We were so enthralled by our game that we hardly noticed on which way were going.

Lightning flashed across the sky. It became tar-black and the large black clouds were moving towards us. " We need to take shelter somewhere as fast as possible," Ivanna cried. I looked around and saw an abandoned house nearby. We went inside there and waited for the storm to pass. Rain was pattering on the windows. " Our parents must be worried sick," said Tom pensively. After thirty minutes or so a golden glow spread across the sky as the sun chased the dark clouds away. We went out and started to find a way to head toward our home.

While we were passing the mango orchard. I stumbled onto something and fell face-down. When I scrambled back to my feet my face and hands became covered in mud. I removed the dirt from my face and leaned down to see on what I tripped over. It was a brown paper covered package. I called Catherine, Ivanna and Tom to come back this way. Tom picked it up and started to examine it. "This might be a parcel for someone" said Tom being confused. "Okay?! But it doesn't have any name, address or a post stamp!" Catherine said angrily. I took another close look at it and said that the post stamp and the address card became ripped off. But on the other hand an important question had risen in all of our heads. "What are we going to do with it?" said the four of us together.

Catherine thought that we should open the box right now. Ivanna interrupted and said we shouldn't she was thinking about handing it over to the police. Tom said that for some days there had been many news about children getting kidnapped. He told us that there could be a severed finger of a child and the criminal had accidently left it over there instead of keeping it in front of the child's parents' house. Ivanna became extremely mad and said, "Tom you always think about something with lots of exaggeration!" I advised to leave the box right over there or we can take with us and show it to our parents. We all had different ideas about what to do with the parcel.

All of us became really inquisitive about it. We resorted to open the box. Tom started to open it and suddenly a clicking sound came out of it. A shiver of apprehension ran down our spine.

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