Fearing Fears

• Jaymee Johnson, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2011

As i listen to myself as I walk beside a pool of crystal clear waters, as it flows underneath the most magnificent waterfall running so smooth and clear, I remember the screams of loved ones, And the gun shots, as they try hide and escape from their fears .

I kneel down and slowly move my hand towards the surface of the stream with a slight smile, meaning luck. I tilt my head upwards, as I see a face reflect up off the water. In my imagination I remember the tears and screams I had at my daughters sacrifice.

My heart is slowing its beat; I hear footsteps and a few gun shots behind me. I spring up onto my feet, and sprinting, as fast as I can, I jump and hide behind a fairly large rock behind the waterfall. I close my eyes as shadows pass on by.