One For All

• Austin Shen, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

With the sun shining in my room in the early morning of spring, I awoke with the squeal of rats and the drops of rain pouring on the roof. It was an early morning at about 6:21. I was furious with the noise. I kicked open the wardrobe, pulled out all my clothes and threw them all on the floor. I was an army recruit and liked going to war. I had about 137 different guns in my bag and didn't usually use them. I went to breakfast and ate a pie.
I finished this delicious breakfast in minutes and put on my army suit, I climbed into my car and drove to the Russian hideout. I was an Australian spy here to spy on the Russians and kill them. I was here to claim some Russian DNA samples and some gold too. This was my job.
I came and entered the room. I pulled out my magnum and looked around. There was a Russian guard; I pulled the trigger and bang! He fell on the floor, dead. I moved deeper into the hideout and saw someone else. Yet again I pulled out my gun and there was another bang! He fell on the floor and died just like the other guard. I climbed deeper and deeper; I felt a heavy fist around my head. I was unconscious.
2 weeks later...
I woke again from what seemed like a long dream. The place was all dark. I could see no light. I knew I wasn't at the hideout anymore. There were no candles floating around or guards to kill. I knew I was in their prison. There was someone at the door, and it flew open. There were thousands of guns pointing at me.
"Morning". The voice was a deep voice, there was a door bang. I knew it closed. It was me and this weird guy. I pulled my chain gun and pulled the trigger. I pulled so furiously that I thought the trigger broke. I was firing so crazy, I wasn't even sure if he was dead or not. All I knew was that if I didn't kill him; I would be the one dying. I waited minutes still holding the trigger and let go. I thought he was dead but I still wasn't sure. There was a loud bang. I fell to the floor dead.
I knew my life as a spy wouldn't last long. My life of fighting guards and killing Russians, it was horrible. I know how I died. I knew I died a death for a mission I could not do. I know I died doing many good deeds and knew all my mistakes. There was a World War that I had started; even if I was dead I could hear cannons blasting everywhere, guns being fired and tanks everywhere I felt sad, even is I wasn't alive. I would have enjoyed this. This was my biggest mistake.
The End