Alice and the Russian Spy

By Louisa

Alice hurried off the large, red bus into the enormous crowd in Trafalgar Square. She glanced over her shoulder nervously to check no one was following her. Her father had told her to keep to the shadows of the soaring walls. As buses rumbled noisily passed and cars beeped angrily, Alice made her way silently through the crowded streets. Suddenly, a hand clasped over a petrified Alice, she hardly dared to look. “Watch out young lady!” said a friendly looking man. Alice realized she would have to pay attention if she was going to get to the Tower of London in one piece. She felt in her pocket to check if she still had the papers that were so secret people would kill for them.

Footsteps echoed in Alice’s ears, they felt spine-chillingly close. Resisting the urge to look, Alice quickly darted into an ally and held her breath. She waited for the footsteps to pass. The next second the footsteps stopped and a shadow fell over Alice. The shadow belonged to a Russian spy! Alice clasped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She turned and fled. She ran and ran until she came to a dead-end!

“What would dad do?” she whispered in desperation. There on her right was a doorway! Alice yanked the door open and slipped through and found herself in a huge white room with sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. She moved swiftly over the glossy floor and shuffled through the grand revolving door back into the London crowds. Alice glanced back. There was no sign of the great hulking gorilla. “I must get to the Tower, dad will be getting worried,” she thought.

Alice hurried to a bus stop and waited in the shadows hugging her arms close to her body. “ To the river Thames please,” said a shivery, cold Alice. The bus windows were streaked with dirt and Alice had to squint to look outside. She slammed her hand down on the stop button as she saw the looming shadow of the Tower of London. “Was that the hulking gorilla lurking in the doorway?” thought Alice with a shiver. She slipped through the door and ducked down. After a few moments, Alice decided to climb the Tower walls. She reached up and clutched the stone hard, it scratched Alice’s finger tips but she scrambled over.

Alice ran through the familiar courtyards to find her father. He was pacing around, twisting his beard anxiously. “Dad, I’ve got them!” panted Alice breathlessly, handing him the precious package.

“Well done my brave girl! Sit by the fire and warm up, I’ll be back in a minute.” Alice sank into a chair and burst into tears of relief. “I’ve done it! It’s all over.” Just then, Alice was aware of voices, she crept out of the chair and over to the door. Her eyes widened in horror, Alice could hear her father on the phone and he was speaking fluent Russian …