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It glistened under the light of the window. Julie ran up to it. It was surouned by a red velvet rope. Julie scanned her hand along it. The painting was of a little boy fishing on a little sail boat, with his dad in the middle of the pond. The riples of the water in the painting sparkled like stars. Without thinking Julie reach out her hands to pick it up. She slowly lifted it off the wall staring at it as every second went by. As soon as it was disconected from the hook loads of alarms went off. It made everyone jump and snapped Julie out of falling in love with the painting. She turned round, and five big muscular men were charging up at her. They were in big black suits along with matching black hats. They were all screaming! " Stop that girl! Somebody stop her! Make sure she doesn't get away! Stoooooop!". That made Julie jumped out her skin even more. She threw the painting down to the floor, and made a run for it as she ran she knocked every painting that she past down to the ground. Every time a painting crashed down to the ground it made her even more scared, and made her jump even more. A trickle of sweat dribbled down Julie's forehead. Her teeth chatted like a mum on the phone. Julie was running as if she was the wind. She was running so fast that she tripped over her own two feet. Smack: down to the ground she went. Julie looked round and the officers were still charging at her. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong...



" Here at last!" Julies mother sighed. "That was the worst flight ever!"

Julie and Maria, Jules mother, had flown over from sunny Spain for the weekend, and had decided to go sight seeing.

A kindly child, Julie helped her mother receive her bags after the flight. They strolled out heathrow airport, and into a traditional black cab, shoving their bright orange and pink suit case into the back.

"Jules, help me get the bags out, darlin'!" her mum pleaded.

Maria stumbled up the marble stairs to the hotel and threw the big oak revolving door, followed shortly after by a panting Julie.

They claimed the keys to their room, took a big grey marble lift up to their floor, and found their room right at the end of the somewhat cramped corridor.

The room was a picture! they where all purple the whole room was practially purple. Purple curtains, lavender carpet and there were little purple flowers on the wallpaper. Julie collapsed on the bed.

" So, where to first, Mum?" Julie asked.

" Oh! we'll go sight seeing tomorrow, darling," her mum replied.

" But Mu-!"

" No 'buts', darlin', I'm tired and I'm sure you are too. Anyway, the museums are probably closed by now."

Julie jumped out of bed, and pranced onto her mother.

" Wake up! Wake up!" Julie screeched.

"Okay! I'm up!" Mum laughed.

"Can we go to an art museum?" Julie asked her mum.

"Course we can, right after we go to the southbank, and on the london eye!"

After breakfast they set off. They waited at the bus stop, for a bus to come and pick them up. Julie was fascinated by the bus being red. Maria and Julie stopped off to see Big Ben, went on the London Eye and had a boat ride down the Southbank.

After, that they hopped down to the underground, and onto the tube. Maria and Julie strolled into the museum, passing a massive notice saying, 'Please do not touch any of the art work!' in big bold letters. Julie ambled into the oil painting exhibition. Julie spotted a painting out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look at it. It was like only her and the painting were in ther room.