There was a place where no one enters.The room of imagination is the room where nobody ever goes.. There was one door that nobody goes in or out. There was one person that ever entered and after she entered she never left. But there was a boy called Daniel he was a brave lionheart he was courageous too.

he turned back looking at the streets as the people walked by and cars roaring. No” I will go in I would rather go in there than being on the streets. All the horrors Guns, Knifes murder.

The door was hauling him in , he wanted to be a pioneer. He opened the rust cracked door creaking as he opened it as he bound his hand to the handle. Stopping ,gasping, squealing.

Hearing bells jingle in his ear, harps chourusing. Looking at the table dribbling with his mouth wide open. He stared so hard that he forgot how to blink. A sweet smell of Marshamallows dipped in chocolate, the sounds and smell of Christmas crackers opening, the juicy turkey with Brussel sprouts and potatoes..

There was an old, dusty recipie book. Daniel opened the book and it was blank as if it was a prank a trick! He devastatedly looked up in despair. “ Hello lOoks LiKe YoU fOuNd My ReCiPie BooK.?!” Said an face of horror floating with its cigarette in its mouth blowing into Daniels face. Is this the end for Daniel?? Or will it be a long life !  mabey or mabey not?