My Horrible Trip to New York

By Nkemakolam Odu

This story is about an eleven-year-old girl called Samantha. One day she was bored, silent while playing a family game with her mum and brother. She then asked a question to fill in the silent gap. She asked where her dad was. Her mum replied that her dad went on a trip but never came back. Samantha intended to find her dad.

On the day that Samantha decided to go, she heard her doorbell ring. It was her step family! Samantha was not excited. She saw a girl (called Paige) and a boy (called Billy) and one giant adult. Paige was a bully. Later on in life, they became the best of friends. So Paige joined her plan to find Samanthas dad.

Both Paige and Sam went on a plane to fly to New York. They went camping for the night. Paige was really busting to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Paige gets taken away! Sam had to find Paige first. Sam was walking in the dark woods and saw both bear and wolf chasing her. A strange man jumps out of nowhere and tackles them. The man was a caveman called Nathan and helps Sam on her journey.

Sam finds Paige in a shop and runs away with her. The Dad finds them and chases them. The Dad falls down and maybe breaks his leg. They say good-bye to Nathan and go back home. As soon as they get home, Mum says she has good news. She was having a baby girl! They name of the baby as Zoe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468582338

Nkemakolam Odu

I am eleven years old, and I live in London, Essex. What inspired me to write this book is actually reading books. My favourite author of all time is Jacqueline Wilson. Her books are so adventurous, with a pinch of salt. My favourite colour is purple, and my favourite fruit is pineapple. My favourite animal is the rabbit. I was born in South Africa and grew up in London. Love your books!

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MY HORRIBLE

TRIP TO

NEW YORK

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/25/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4685-8217-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4685-8233-8 (e)

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the author

Chapter 1

Get out of my room. James, look at the floor. I just cleaned it. And I didn’t just clean it once; I did it three good times because you came and spilled your sand on my carpet. You will pay for that. Anyway, I can’t be bothered to clean the carpet now. You are going to clean it, I concluded.

"What!" James bellowed. I think Mum must have heard James shout like I pinched him.

I heard Mum’s door creak, and she called my name. "Samantha!"

Yes. I really didn’t want to answer her. She was always calling me for something.

Go and make me a cup of tea, darling.

I felt very frustrated everybody took advantage of me, and I hated it. I would vacuum the floor just to be nice, and she would say I should do the floor again. And I just got fed up.

As I was making the tea I burned my finger and screamed like a hyena.

My mum heard and ran down the stairs. "What is going on!?" she burst out fuming;.

I… I burnt my hand with hot water, I muttered.

You’re eleven years old. That’s old enough to make a cuppa tea, Mum said.

Mum, James, and I sat in the living room having tea. We played Snakes and Ladders. It was my turn to throw the die. I rolled a two. One, two.

James mimicked me in a high voice, trying to sound like a girl. I put my fist up at him, and Mum said, Neither of you is fighting the other.

Both of us replied, Yes, Mum, and continued the game.

It was quiet. I do not like silence, so I had to ask Mum