Monday night ,( bonfire night ), I was watching all of the multi-coloured fireworks as they were shot into the black sky. When the dazzling fireworks suddenly ended I was pulled away by my friend Charlotte. She took me into her house and showed me the door that had a pure emerald padlock. Slowly, she pulled out all her parents keys however none of them sadly worked. For hours I wondered what was behind that door so desperately. “What is that on the floor?” I asked. Charlotte picked it up inserted it into the key hole. The pad lock fell of the door and the key revealed a patch of gold on it .