Hi, I'm Brodie. A 10 year old kid from London. And the story I'm about to tell you happened just the other day, a normal one, well that's what I thought.
It was one day on the 9th of May (day before my birthday) and I was looking for something I could buy if I got some birthday money in a shop called shopping central.
It's not that good there really, most of the chocolate bars are half eaten and the magazines have big rips down the side.
Also things are out of place, like tissues in the ice lollie freezer or pillows next to horror DVDs.
And there's something weird about the staff, they seem to limp every now and then and when they move you hear a slight "
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".
Anyway, I was looking at this guys new magazine called
Brodie gamesmaster weekly magazine when I heard a slight
crack crunch smash. I thought it must've been someone dropping a bag of peas from down the salts and spices isle, but then I heard it again.
crack crunch smash, then it started to get louder,
crack crunch smash, like it was getting closer.
crack crunch smash,a shopping trolley swung round the corner and started racing towards me.
I started throwing cabbages at it, but it wouldn't stop. What to do?
Find out next time in fart 2.