Wild Child

• Emma Marshall, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2022

A bright light shines through my curtains. The beaming bright yellow light comes through my eyelids as they slowly open... Where am I? "Hello, Hellooo can you hear me bionca? Whispered a random voice. My eyes travelled upwards in complete horror... A bald man was upon me, beaming through my skull. It was a.. A doctor. A bright white coat on and a pale blue mask spread across his face. I was at the hospital... "Hello, Ms Bionca, I am Doctor Brettwiser, You have now been in a 10 year coma. You will be naucious and upset. He said desprately... I rosed to my feet and right then and there i knew they had found out... My legs were ready, I was ready. I'm getting out of here. This was it. Wind pushing over me as my legs ran as fast as I could. My hand pressing against two doors, I flung them open. This was it. I was a wild child. Green and brown, bright bushes all around, This was my home. I pressed my hands against the floor, something was dragging me the other way. My face pressed on the floor. Arms behind my back. This was my chance, I flung my feet up and kicked someone. "AOWWWOWWW!" Screamed a voice. Blue waves flung over me. I was in a river. "HELP!" I screached in horror. "BOOM!" My face blacked out... My eyes widended in discust. Mud slashing on my face, It was all a dream.. Birds flying above me, The rainforest all around. This was my home. I am a wild child...