My family walk up to the front porch of our house. We notice the door is open and the lights are on. Mum and Dad stare inside.

“Stay behind us,” Dad says.

Right as he is about to step, he hears a deep voice say, “Hurry up Tom they could be home any minute”.

“HEY who’s there? Get out of my house!” Dad shouts in the house.

Mum grabs her phone out of her pocket and dials 111.

As she does so, we hear a gunshot so we disappear into the night. 

“Are you ok dad?” I say to him.

MITCHELL = YEAR 7