YEAR 5 CREATIVEWRITING
Clovis braves entering the Carter’s stronghold
Lord Fauntleroy,” Beatrice yelled half-heartedly. “Will I have to stop being your little boy?” both of the girls said in a voice half way between an old woman’s screech and a wolf’s deep growl then, both burst out laughing. Clovis stood stock still and waited for Maia to cut in…but she didn’t. Clovis tried to explain that all he needed was a bed to sleep in for a few nights but Mrs Carter cut her short. “We shall take this filthy little boy back to Manaus at once. I suppose the play director must be looking for you” Mrs Carter said to Clovis. “Someone should take him away at once”, Mr Carter said angrily, “what do you have there, fleas or something?” “I should do that,” Maia said quickly. “No” Mrs Carter said “Miss Minton shall do that.” Miss Minton took Clovis by the arm and led him outside. “Please don’t send me back Miss Minton,” Clovis pleaded. “Trust me Clovis” Miss Minton said, “I’m trying to find you a place to stay. Oh, I know! The empty hut for the rubber collector.”
Clovis rode upriver in a mucky, dirty old tramp steamer. He had paid all of his money to the boat driver, begging him to take him to the Carters. The boat driver had refused to drop Clovis off at the Carters’ jetty because he had referred to it as a ‘BAD PLACE’. Clovis got out at an unstable wooden plank landing stage, a little up river, so by the time he saw the Carters’ house emerging from behind a thick line of creepers, he was already scratched, tired and hot. He strode up the gravel path and peered through the window. Mrs Carter was plump with fair hair, wearing a pleasant sky blue dress, serving English jelly at the table. Mr Carter was at the end of the table, looking gloomy with his gold-trimmed spectacles. What a nice family Clovis thought. At last he plucked up courage and knocked on the door. A shrill alarm bell sounded the moment he had pressed the button. The spinach-green coloured door swung open and the sullen face of a maid appeared. “What’d you want?” she moaned in frustration. “Er…um…I…I want to see the ….Carters” Clovis murmured under his breath. “Mrs Carter,” the maid screeched. “There is a tramp whacking on the door, should I bring him in?” “OK, but get on with it.” Mrs Carter’s echoing voice came from the other side of the corridor. The door flew open and instantly the twins exploded. “Everybody look, it’s Little
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