A Bushranger's Story
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Iman Ezidy, Grade 6
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Short Story
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2007
Since I was a little boy, I’ve always wanted to see what dad’s work was about. My mum had passed away when I was five. I never went to school because dad couldn’t find enough money to pay for the fees and excursions. One day when dad was at work I followed him through the bushes… the weird thing was that he said he was a butcher. He went and robbed a stage coach. I was hiding behind a bush. I saw him kill one of the women because she refused to give him a necklace. I was so shocked to find dad could do such a thing. I couldn’t believe it!
As time passed I lived in bad memory of murder. One day, dad went to work. As night flew by, I waited for him to come home. I waited for hours, but he didn’t come home so I went to bed. That night I had at terrible nightmare that my dad was dead.
The next morning I watched television since there was nothing to do. I watched the news. It says that a group of bushrangers have been captured last night. I saw one of the pictures which looked like my dad. “They’ve captured him,” I thought to myself. I knew from then on, I had to be…..a bushranger!
As years passed I didn’t do anything. I’m now a teenager who is living on his own. I turned on the television. I watched the news and dad escaped from jail! The front door squeaked. I couldn’t believe it, but it was definitely dad. “This means the police will be looking for you,” I said. We had to move out the next day, but I couldn’t because I had a girlfriend. He asked me what her name was and I proudly said, “Sarah.”
I was thinking about becoming a bushranger and also thinking that maybe Sarah could come with us because we were thinking of getting married. Dad was really proud of me. That night I invited Sarah to come over for dinner and meet dad. I told her about us moving to Bathurst and if she would like to come too. She said yes.
Six months after our journey we finally arrived. Sarah and I got married. Right after the wedding dad got shot in the back by a policeman. I cried for days, maybe even months. After a while I thought I should move on with my life.
I tried out for several jobs and ended up as a butcher in the town. It was enough pay for Sarah and me to live off. When I got home I told Sarah about what my job was without even looking at her. She stood there looking at me with a pale face and she was BLEEDING!! She fell on the cold floor. There was a man behind her. I chased him and I was surrounded by police. I was sent to jail for my entire life.