Stairgate

Esme stared at her nemesis. The stairgate, which was a silly name for it as it wasn’t even on the stairs. There was one there, but she wasn’t too interested in going upstairs, it was a lot of work and all that was up there were the bedrooms which weren’t very exciting. Unless Sian was in hers, she never let Esme in and that made her want to go in to see what secret things she was doing. The one on the kitchen doorway was the real enemy. It blocked off all of the yummy food, the back door which she could run outside into the garden from easily, and the crafts cupboard, where her mum kept all the paints and glitter and glue and colourful cards. All of the best bits of the house, apart from the TV were on the other side of that gate. Esme had yet to figure out how to open it, and she had to really stretch her arm to try which hurt after a while. She’d even tried sneaking through the bars one time like Fluff, the cat, could but her head was too big. Sian had laughed and taken her photo then which Esme didn’t think was very nice but their dad had given her a packet of chocolate buttons which made her feel slightly better.  If only she could get to the other side of the gate. Esme stuck her tongue out at it and with a chubby fist whacked the side. Neither of which opened it. Giving up she headed back to the sofa to sulk and plot whilst she watched The Fimbles.