Auntie Jackie always gave me daft presents when I left after staying with her for the holidays. One year it was a huge jar of homemade chutney. I ate most of it on the train, and was sick in the station car park while I waited for Dad to pick me up. This time, Jackie handed me a zip-up bag, with instructions not to open it until I was sure I was by myself.
‘You have the makings of an adventure in there, my dear,’ she said, as she turned to go.
‘What sort of adventure?‘ I asked, but she was already walking away.
Strictly speaking, I wasn’t alone yet. An old woman was sitting on a bench at the other end of the platform, but I didn’t think it would hurt to take a peep in the bag. I tugged on the stiff zip. Inside, there was a coil of rope, a rusty torch, a bottle of water, one Wellington boot, and an old teddy bear with no eyes. There was also a small sandwich-shaped parcel wrapped in foil. I knew better than to expect it to contain food for the journey. I was about to close the bag again when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Giselle and Matea Christ the King Australia
I spun around to see an old and fragile woman standing behind me. She wore a torn and ragged dress and no shoes on her ice blue feet. I stared at her wide eyed then noticed that she was looking straight into the bag.
It sent shivers down my spine. My heart skipped a beat. Slowly, I turned around. The freezing hand dug deeply into my flesh. I saw long, disgusting nails. Then, we saw the tiniest part of her face. After that, we saw the glimmering, turquoise eye. In a blink of an eye, I found myself in a dark moving van. I could see nothing but pure darkness. I looked out of a hidden window and I realised I was above the Amazon rainforest. I heard a joyful noise saying “We`re home, honey…”
Edie MC & Minnie M Brighton and hove prep
As I got dragged through the humid, wet rainforest by the wrist , I felt my heart thud in my chest like a hammer on a steel hard anvil.I felt blood trickle down my bruised knees from where thorns had pierced my grazed skin. I had no idea where she was taking me; my mind was whirling with thoughts.I could hear the echo of birds from the dripping canopy above.Finally she released me into an cold ,iron cage ,which is where she croakily said I would spend the rest of my days. I thought I was alone but I was wrong, as I shakily twisted my aching body around, I saw a monkey staring at me with his fierce eyes. He was dramatically prancing around and I knew he was trying to tell me something but I wasn’t too sure what. As I looked more carefully into his glowing eyes, I realised he was showing me something hidden behind the rustling leaves. I forcefully pushed them back to reveal a golden banana. As I took a closer look, I could see engravings on the curved side of the banana, it didn’t look like any language I’d seen before. I could see the monkey trying to get through to the inner flesh.I turned it over to see a rip in the skin leading to the core; I pulled at the rip to make a larger hole .I figured out that this banana was no ordinary fruit, it was mechanical…..
A shaky hand. I wash off the feeling, and quickly turn my head. No-one there. The trembling hairs stood up on the back of my neck! My hands gripped on the edge of the pier; my feet dangled below. My eyes glanced over to the rusty, oak bench-she was gone. My heart was racing rapidly. All my thoughts left my creative mind. I opened the bag again and was overwhelmed to see a crimson, blood-red note. Reluctantly, I opened the note to see ‘you’ll regret your past life.’
Ashley and Angelos, International Community School
As I made my way to the beach, I could feel the vapour of the air on my cheeks. But, in the distance, there was a man. I felt like I knew him from somewhere. I froze in the sand. I was trembling; my whole body was trembling. The figure was approaching me. I then realized he was my Dad. He came to me and said, ”Why you do this, son?”. My heart was racing. “What do you mean?”
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