While sifting through old notebooks, I came across a short story I wrote for an art class when I was 14. The lesson was an introduction to surrealism, so our teacher asked us to write a short story involving metamorphosis. Here’s my updated adaptation of that story:

“It was coming up to the half-term holidays and as always my parents had the ‘great’ idea for us to spend a few days at a woodland cottage. It was their usual lame excuses of ‘family togetherness’, ‘the Great Outdoors’ and ‘time away from all that television and internet will do you good’ which made their decision final. I had a strong gut feeling this holiday was a terrible idea…