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29/09/2014 Sara Grant www.sara-grant.com

I’m having an epically horrific twenty-four hours. The TV news will report my story but only after 10 p.m. when children are asleep. When people hear about my day, they will weep uncontrollably, ask how this could happen, and assign blame so they can believe something like this could never happen to someone like them. They will kiss their loved ones and thank the heavens above that they are not me. 

And the unbearably bad news if you are me? Today’s not over yet. I’ve learned one very important thing since I woke up this morning face down on unfamiliar ground with my mouth tasting a combination of cat poo and Brussel sprouts with nothing but my pyjamas and a cell phone, which showed 127 missed calls and 2 % battery. No matter how bad your day is…it can always get worse. 

 

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Comment by WP Central on September 29, 2014 at 6:58

How did I get here? Well, this is what happened. I was in bed, sleeping peacefully, when I heard a crashing noise coming from the kitchen. I woke up to investigate, sleepy and feeling disconcerted. As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I felt a sharp pain on my forehead. Then it was completely black. I woke up in a dark, smelly and cold room. There were two people towering over me, wearing black clothes stained with blood and wearing pistols in their belts. I could tell they were men from the smell of beer emanating from them. I realized I was gagged and bound with ropes that cut into my skin. I screamed, but it was no use.  Finally they spoke. Their voices sounded like a motor-bike engine starting. “You have been brought here to join our unmerciful killer gang. If you don’t, you will serve the terrible consequences!” said the one with the moustache. How would I get out of this one?

Isabel and Marisa

St Mary’s College, Hobart, Australia

 

Comment by Annalise Taylor on September 29, 2014 at 8:36

 

I started to wonder what was going to happen next but then an idea popped into my head. Suddenly I started   to wiggle   and shake out of the ropes that they tied me with. However the guy with the moustache saw me and gave me a dirty look. He gave me that stare of death as he walked towards me and he threatened me by saying, “ If you don’t do what I say I will kill the ones you love.“  I replied, “Well I don’t have any family that I love. “

Wasan and Duaa, International Community School, London

Comment by WP Central on September 29, 2014 at 9:35

"Really?" snarled one of the men, "What about your dear old grandma who's living in that nice safe home you put her in?" My heart missed a beat - how did they know about nan? She didn't even recognise me any more so she couldn't have told anyone who her granddaughter is. I was tempted to deny all knowledge of her but I just couldn't bring myself to leave my one surviving family member at the mercy of these thugs.  "You just leave her alone" I tried to shout but my voice came out as a raspy whisper, which didn't do justice to the anger and indignation I was feeling. "Ah don't worry little trainee spy, what we want you to do is easy and then you can go back to your supposedly secret life. We only want you to kill one person, should be easy for you, we know you've had the training. You're going to assassinate................"

Bev Humphrey

Write Path Founder

Comment by Karen King - Oakbank School on September 29, 2014 at 11:02

“You’re going to assassinate Bob Harries, the president of Russia, because he is a threat to the world!!!”said the man,” Here is an M9 suppressed - this is the weapon you must kill him with.” My heart was pounding. I didn’t want to kill the President of Russia because my ancestors came from Russia.                                                                                                                                                         “There is a Hercules C-130 waiting for you on the platform. Good luck.” As soon as I got on the Hercules C-130 there were 20 soldiers on board, and one of them was telling me the location Bob Harries was.”The last we checked he was on the Caribbean island called Death Island,” said one of the soldiers.

“We sent some FBI agents to the Caribbean island but their plane crashed at sea so we don’t know if they’re alive,” said the second soldier. I was thinking to myself that it was a dangerous mission - my heart pounded so slowly I thought we were in slow motion. Suddenly I heard the captain shout “GO GO GO WE’RE GOING DOWN!!!!!!!!!!”  then……BOOOOOOM!!!!!…..

                                                                                           

 

Alex and Oscar, Oakbank School, Keighley

Comment by Lynda Marett, CTK Preston on September 29, 2014 at 12:46

Injured, unable to look at the horrors that had just happened, I crawled out of the crashed plane. I felt terrible and had suffered many cuts. All I could salvage from the plane was my suppressed M9, and a M4A1 Carbine. I set off, not knowing where to go. All I knew was that I was on Death Island, looking for Bob Harries, president of Russia. Vladimir Putin was the president before, but he was assassinated. By this same group, perhaps. But I didn’t know. I heard some people. I quickly ducked away into a tree, eavesdropping on the conversation they were having.


“Ha! Another plane right into our undetectable missile. At this rate, no one will be able to even lay a finger on Bob Harries!”


“Don’t get too confident. You never know what could happen. Someone could have survived that crash.”


“All those FBI agents died. None of them stood a chance. Why are you always so negative?”


“I always think of the consequences. Nothing else.”


I knew that if I wanted to get close to Bob Harries, I had to do the one thing I never wanted to do: Kill.


I aimed very carefully at the guards, making sure that I did not flinch one inch. Then I slowly squeezed the trigger…


Yamin Kapadia, Christ the King Catholic Maths and Computing College

Comment by R Buckland on September 29, 2014 at 13:58

 The last thing I saw was the guard falling to the ground but then I started to fall too…

I was on the ground but I struggled up to my feet and started running, no sprinting towards the crashed plane. What had I done?  

I tried talking to a guard near the wreckage but he just plainly ignored me, I was just stood there like an awkward lemon, when suddenly I heard a lady behind me screaming like there was no tomorrow for help. Like a true gentleman I rushed to the scene when I saw my own lifeless body on the ground, I really thought my nan would be safe but obviously not.

Brogan Sutton and Melissa Dixon Ripley St. Thomas CE Academy England.

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