I sauntered into the city centre, everything I had ever imagined had come to life like opening a book. I was in a city of acceptance, of challenge, of hope. The giant skyscrapers which reached up to the open blue sky were cast away by the busy, bustling feel of the scene, the aromas of things I had never got the chance to try at my old home coming to me like a wave of fresh air. This felt like home. I had come from war, and now this felt like a new start, a new Life. A blossom in the dry ground. Days past like dust falling in a time glass; I had met a various amount of people who all accepted me like family, a new home with people that had been with me since the begining, a new school with facts and lessons I had never done or known before, even a new community that helped and encouraged. Let me take you back to a week ago, on a day where my life changed forever. I was meandering through golden acre park: the warm sunshine cascading on the autunm leafs when I noticed a small shop on the opposite side of the park, where the shadow fell on to the pavement in a specific pattern. Curious as I am, I decided to peer inside. The shop windows were a withered purple, fog to the flickering lights inside. I stopped at the door, dark and wooden, and grasped at the knob. The door swung open with a screech, the odours of a million different things infiltrating my nose all at once. The room was a more or less square, with every corner dripped in a mysterious paint, while the ticking, golden clock made the room full of an erie feel. From a looking glass to leathery, ancient books, from jewellery and rings from many centuries before to candles which emitted the ever changing smell, the shop was tidily-messy, with anything I could dream of in it .The golden chandelier hung as if from one string, the books were all placed in a very intricate pattern. A huge mirror stood as still as a rock, with my tanned face and curly brown hair reflected in front of me. Suddenly I noticed another face in the mirror. I turned on my heel as the old man watched me with a keen eye. He was sitting at the detailed counter, his head wrapped in a ruby red turban and his beard messily falling down his magenta suit. ‘Welcome Madeleine, to the shop of wonders”
