Amber Smith didn’t want to leave home. She glared out the foggy  glass window of her pink bedroom, a long distance from the rocky hills covered in snowflakes. She missed cars honking at each other, and shouting. Just the typical city life she was comfortable with, a place she called home. The attic is where she slept. Mrs Amana had chosen the room for Amber. It smelt like lot’s of beauty products but she took them all out so Amber could sleep in that room. Amber felt disgusted because the soap scents were just too strong for her.

The next day Amber started school. It was going okay and Amber was good at most of the stuff there, until there was a really hard class that made Amber really annoyed, so she went to the bathroom and stayed there until the lesson ended, then left. People had always stared at her as she was walking past the hallways because of her act that day when she locked herself in the bathroom, and because she was an evacuee and people were shocked at Amber’s story and thought she was a bit strange. At lunch it was even worse. She felt like more eyes were on her.When she gave the dinner lady her ration book and sat down at a table, that’s when things started to go downhill. A group of popular girls came up to Amber and told her to go somewhere else because it was their table. Amber felt worse and worse as hours passed by in school but she knew she just had to get used to this kind of treatment.

At night, Amber was just about to get under the covers, but then Amber  heard footsteps outside. It was Mrs Amana. She tip-toed near the window and hid behind a box. She had a torch and was holding something in her hand. Amana was kind of getting used to her doing this everyday, going outside but she never really saw what she was doing. Why did she do this every night?

Amber tried to ignore her and go to sleep, but then she started hearing low growls and purrs. Mrs Amana saw me and sighed

“Get over her Amber, since you’re so curious!” shouted Mrs Amana as Amber slowly rises, one knee at a time. We walked into the back garden shed and she showed Amber the baby cub tiger. She said she saw it getting attacked in the road by a bunch of older tigers. So she picked up a stick and started hitting them with it.

Mrs Amana stared at the cub as its blue eyes stared right back.