Fear

• Yolanda2 Treasure, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2014

I latched onto my scarfed pieces of paper as I hear the terrifying noises of safety latches being released on machine guns nearby. My mind races.. Sorry, sorry if I did anything wrong in the past. The happy days where there was none of this World War I crisis. The days where there were hardly ever any fighting, stealing and murder in the streets. Fighting for peace, independence. None of that. I need to find a hiding place FAST. It’s hard. You know when your parents are poor and can hardly afford food, let alone a beautiful house with proper beds, shelves with books etc? Well, that’s what is happening now. I can’t hide anywhere just about. I’m just standing in a squishy shack with scruffed potato sacks for beds and a tin for our baths, a hole for more unpleasant things, and a few pieces of wood for fire. There is no way I am going to survive. Wait.. Think Willhem think! I got it! I’ll dig a hole under our mud walls of the shack, escape into the dam, and run into the range. Only if it was that easy. As I thought, footsteps were coming towards me. In the darkness. One, two, three, four…………