I noticed one writer wrote a Fanfiction story called "Sophie's Friend." I gave me the idea of what if Sophie had a friend who was also kidnapped by the BFG. And she too helps Sophie, the BFG, and the Queen of England to stop the giants. Now I'm adding another character to this story. I changed her name because I think it'll suit her more than her original name and make it in her point of view.

On a side note, if they add The BFG in the movies section on this website, I might move this story to there. I'm looking forward to the live-action movie that's coming out in July.

I woke up in the middle of the night, from a bad dream, I looked around and was relieved it wasn't real. I looked at my clock and it was two forty-five in the morning. Everything in the room was silent and the street outside was quiet. There wasn't even a single sound and everything felt creepy.

From across the room, I saw my young friend, Sophie coming in the room with her blanket dragging across the floor with one of the cats sitting on it.

"Hi Sophie," I whispered gently, trying not to make noise or a sound in the dormitory. "Did my stepmother wake up and caught you?"

Sophie came to the orphanage when she was four years old, I was only ten years old when I met her. Sophie was my best friend but we were more like sisters and I would do anything to protect my friend. I was sixteen years old and Sophie was ten years old.

"Hi Joanna," Sophie said as she moved her blond hair out of her blue eyes. "Don't worry, the matron did not catch me. I just looked out of the windows and I locked them. I also moved the clock to three."

"Oh good," I said filled with relief. "You couldn't sleep again right?"

"No, this moonbeam is keeping me up, it's my insomnia and those silly men were yelling and I told them to knock it off."

"Ugh, those stupid drunk men," I said quietly. "Can't they at least show some respect and give us some peace and quiet?"

I then sighed and watched Sophie as she crawled into her bed and covered herself with her blanket.

"I can't sleep too. I feel strange."

I placed my long thick dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail over my back. Sophie reached for her glasses and placed them over her eyes.

"We better be quiet Sophie, or my stepmother will punish one of us," I said. "You know how she hates it whenever one of us gets out of bed after lights out."

My stepmother was a monster, she treats the girls here cruelly. We would get punished for making small mistakes and get locked in the cellar as a punishment. I just got out of the cellar yesterday for getting into a fight with one of the girls, last week.

"I know," Sophie said. "I'll be quiet."

Sophie picked up her flashlight and turned it on, and hid under the blanket to read a book. I slowly sat up on the bed and looked around. I saw the other girls in the dormitory sleeping in their beds, they were taken into the world of dreams. I fingered my locket around my neck.

Then there were footsteps from the hallway, Sophie and I did our drill. We immediately laid ourselves down and shut our eyes. Sophie turned off her flashlight.

Then the door opened as my stepmother looked in the room, and I paced in my breathing slowly to show that I was really asleep. Then my stepmother closed the door and the footsteps disappeared.

I then sat up and saw Sophie sitting up again, and we both sighed in relief.

"That was close," she said and looked back into her book.

"I know," I said, and I wrapped my arms around my legs and looked around the room.

Suddenly there was a loud thump, a few items broke and I looked up in shock. So did Sophie, her eyes were as wide as saucers.

"What was that?" I asked.

Sophie shrugged her shoulders and she slowly looked at the doors. Driven by curiosity, she swung her bare feet to the floor. She slid out of bed in her cotton pale pink nightgown and she tiptoed to the glass doors. She opened the doors and looked out among the curtains.

"Joanna, you should see this," I slowly got out of bed in my sleeveless long dark blue nightgown and slipped on my soft black flat slippers and tiptoed slowly and did not make a sound. I wanted to get back into bed and not get in trouble, but a spell of curiosity was casted over me and dragged me to the glass doors. I came out on the balcony where Sophie was standing and looked out to stare at view of the village of High Street.

This was the witching hour, the girls here say it arrives at midnight, but Sophie thinks it starts at three o'clock in the morning. Someone whispered to us that the witching hour was the hour where human adults and children are in a deep, deep, sleep; it's been said that during that hour witches, ghosts, and goblins come out and have the world to them selves. The village looked really different during the night, than it was during the daytime. Sophie was the only person awake around three in the morning and like always, like now.

We stared at the outside world and suddenly we froze. A trash can was tipped over and there were stray cats hissing at whatever it was that tipped it over.

Suddenly a big hand appeared from the corner and placed the trash can back up and the cats ran away. Then a tall person was walking on the street. We ducked down so he wouldn't see us, we peered over the railing on the balcony and stared at the creature walking down the road and he was looking in the windows in each house he passed by.

My heart pounded in disbelief and fright. I prayed that it was dream.

"Is that a giant?" Sophie whispered.

"I think so," my hazel-green eyes stared at the giant. "But this is insane, giants don't exist. They only exist in fairy tales."

"I know," Sophie whispered. "But what is he doing?"

"Maybe it's a dream," I pinched my arm and realized that it was no dream.

Sophie and I stared at the giant, he was probably taller than twenty feet. He wore a long black cloak. In his hand, he carried a large suitcase and in his other hand was a long thin trumpet.

He stopped at the greengrocer's shop where our neighbors the Goochey's and their two children, Michael and Jane lived.

We kept watching as the giant took a step back and he put down his suitcase. He bent down and opened it and took out a glass jar with a glowing powder. He opened the lid off the jar and poured the glowing powder into the trumpet. He stood up and he placed the trumpet through the bedroom window where the children were sleeping and he blew through the trumpet.

But there wasn't a sound. I wonder what was it?

"What was that?" I whispered. I wanted to stay hidden but the spell of curiosity overtook me again and forced me to get up to take a closer look at the giant.

Sophie and I slowly stood up to watch him, as he pulled out the trumpet and he was packing his suitcase, he looked across the street and he saw us on the balcony staring at him. In the moonlight, I could see his dark eyes staring at us and his pale wrinkly face gleamed in the light of the moon. My heart dropped to my stomach in fear and I gasped. He started to come towards us.

"Oh no!" Sophie whispered. "He's seen us!"

"Hide!" I cried and we ran back into the room. I tripped over the curtains, I turned back and saw the giant coming closer to the orphanage. But I immediately hopped to my feet and jumped into Sophie's bed and hid underneath the blanket with her. My breathing and heart beat were pacing faster and my blood turned to ice. Sophie felt pale and trembled in fear.

"Did he see us?" Sophie asked.

"I'll check," I said and I slowly lifted a corner of the blanket and saw a huge hand with long fingers came in with an arm. The hand was reaching towards us on Sophie's bed.

We really did scream but the huge hand immediately smothered our screams with the blanket and grasped his fingers around us and lifted us up from Sophie's bed. He carried us out of the window with the blanket. After getting us outside, the giant grabbed four corners of the blanket. He picked up his suitcase and trumpet in the other hand with us in his other hand and he ran. Sophie and I were squirming inside the blanket. I saw a gap in the blanket and I pushed my head through to see where we were going. Sophie pushed her head through below the gap and we looked at what we were seeing.

The houses in the village were zooming pass us on each side. The Giant was running down High Street faster than a race car.

He turned on the street and I saw a man walking. The giant spun around, stopped and covered two lampposts with his hand and trumpet. The man looked back, swearing he could have saw something, but he did not see the giant. He then looked away and kept walking, I wanted to cry out to him for help, but my throat felt dry and I could not utter a sound.

He ran again, father and farther away from the village and through the forest, jumped over hedges and rivers.

Sophie and I hugged each other as we were being bumped against the Giant's leg like a sack of potatoes. As he ran, a scary question came into my head.

"What's he going to do with us?"

"Maybe he wants to eat us for breakfast when he gets home," said Sophie.

I hugged Sophie tighter in my arms, just as my late mother did when I was little. When Sophie first came to the orphanage, I promised her I would protect her with my life. We sat in the blanket and waited for our fate with the giant.