Stiffly, Macky slid around the corner keeping her back glued to the lime green fence. She ducked as a car roared round the afraid they would be able to hear her thumping heart from inside, it. Was night and the silvery moon was casting thin beams of moonlight on the lonely street. Macky was a trained spy and her mission was to sneak in and find out about the black market happening at 48 March St. The street lights flickered on lighting Macky up, she back flipped and cartwheeled out of the light until she was standing under the lock of number 48s fence, quickly she pulled a bobby pin out of hair and picked the lock. The gate swung forwards and she stepped in letting her guard down for a second. Suddenly, out of the shadows a man grabbed her in a headlock holding a knife to her neck! But Macky was smarter than him; she grabbed his muscular arm and swung him over my head, sending the man thumping to the ground.
This my Mysterious shadow writing! Do you like it? I hope you do. Comment about your favourite bit! Samantha.
