Yummy! Unblocking my noise was a beatuiful, mouthwaterting, gravy pie! There was a friendly boy called Jim Jarvis and his poor old family, the Jarvis’s. Jim Jars bought a pie with the last shilling from a big woman with pies everywhere in her shop. Dogs were barking and growling around the door with skinny boys begging for food.
Do you think Jim’s family will survive without any money? Well not really, beacuse his mum had to pay the rent today! Jim took the last coin and ran as fast as possible. His sisters were eating the hot pie, his mum was in bed for days and still hadn’t came out.
Jim asked his sisters “Is mum going to eat?, because I have a feeling she is feeling ill”
His sister Emily looked at Jim and replied “Just eat and don’t talk beacuse she is alright and will be leaving for work soon and get more money.”
Jim sat afraid and cut another piece of pie for his mum. He gave it to her but she wouldn’t eat beacuse she was fast asleep. Jim was shaking the bed but she moved to the other side. As soon as Jim sat back down they heard a loud noise coming from the front door. After, they heard a really hard knock that woke Jim’s mum up. Once Jim opened the door he saw the greedy, stinky, rude landlord, Mr Spink. He only cares about himself, money and eating. How cruel can he be?
“Please don’t take anything because we don’t have any more money!” Lizzie cried as she was on the dusty floor on her knees.
Jim was so scared he kept his mouth shut and didn’t say a word. Mum hesitated saying “please…..please don’t kick us out, just give us a few more days and I’ll give you all the money I have!”. Jim’s mum was hoping he would let them off.
“NO WAY!” shouted Mr Spink as he cleaned the sweat off from his bald, distugting head. Jim coudn’t belive it. He knew his mum was sick but his sisters were just pretending all along. “No money, no rent, no house. fair as square.” Mr Spink said in a evil way. “You have untill tommrow to be packed and leave the house. ” Mr Spink said while walking towards the door. Before he left he put a evil grin on his nasty face and slammed the door (as always).
By the morining Jim was afraid in case they would go somewhere unsafe or maybe his mum died and he would be alone. While they were walking Jim was holding his mother in case she fell.
Lizzie asked “Where are we going?” As she was helping Jim hold her sickly mum.
Her mother relpied “We are going to meet a friend of mine down the quieter streets. I used to work with her and her name is Rosie.” His mum sat down to take a little rest on the side and Jim’s two sisters sat with her and Jim was still holding her arm. Finally they got to Rosie’s area where it was nice and quiet. They walked to her doorstep. They all helped their mum. As soon she knocked the door, the door was opened by Rosie with her powdery hands. “Hi, how have you been?” They both hugged each other. They both have been friends for about 7-8 years.
Jim’s mum asked Rosie “Please look after Lizzie and Emily untill Sunday because I have to figure out where to keep them. I promise I’ll come back on Sunday.” Rosie agreed and Jim and his mother said goodbye and left.
They were both walking untill his mum had to sit and take a rest again. Jim and his mother sat on the side watching people go by. His mum was sleeping untill the police took them to the Workhouse. The Workhouse was a terrible place. It’s was worse than jail. Jim’s mother died………but Jim didn’t know it!