The Story of my life 2010

Crap. Crap. OH MY GOD. We looked at the kids. Ashley was a victom. Rose fell on her knees crying. Luckily Emma wasnt a victom. “Guys. Our main goal is to find Emma” i said sadly. “Ill stay here and call the police” said Rose a bit scared. We nodded and looked everywhere. Well.. Almost. We didnt check the A block. “Guys we should wait and take Rose and Jasmine to sickbay or else Mr Costello will think somethings up.” said Mary-Rose. “Agreed’ said Kara, Rose and I. We went to the sickbay and i sat in the chair. Mary-Rose and Kara went to class and i peered into the hallway, to find gun holes and blood patches all over the place (the blood and gun part is true). “R-R-R-R-ose…” I gulped. “Yes?”. I pointed a shaking finger towards the hallway. Rose leaned out and screamed. It was so loud. “OH MY GOD HELP US!” screamed Rose. A teacher ran from the other direction of the blood scene. “Rose, whats wrong” asked the teacher. “B-B-B-B-L-OO-O-D!” blurted out Rose. “Rose.. Stop talking nonsence” said the teacher glancing over to the hallway. She screamed then ran away and locked us in by mistake. We were alone now. Im really scared. Now whats going to happen? I dont know! I wanna get out of this mess… noo.. noo.. NOO!!!!!!!!!

In class for the first time in a month. Everything has changed. I glanced over at my best friend Emma. Her seat was empty with her tray on her desk. “What? Im imagining things again” i gulped. I saw Emma this morning.. No.. Yes.. i did! “Kara.. have you seen Emma” I whispered to Kara. Kara shook her head. “Rose?” Rose said no. “Mary-Rose??” She said no too. No way. This cant be happening. Mr Costello was writing on the board. In fives. But everything seemed wrong. Wrong infact. So wrong.. We were in a group of 5. But there was only four of us. I wrote a note to Kara

Did you see Emma this morning??” I wrote fusterated. She wrote back.  Yes- But i dont know where she went. She went to the toilet with Ashley. I glanced over where Ashleys desk was. Oh crap. She wasnt there either. My ears turned bright red. Ahh.. The fusteration. We needed to find her. I gave the lockdown signal to Rose. She nodded and raised her hand. ”Mr Costello can i go to sickbay” said Rose. “We’ll take her!” Chimed in Kara, Mary-Rose and I. Mr Costello looked at us in disbelief. “Well. Only 2 of you can take her.” said Mr Costello fusterated because he was focusing on the board. I signaled Plan B in sign language and we all nodded. “Uhh… Im sick too!” i said in a sick sort of way. Mr Costello sighed. “Okay then..” he said writing things on the black board.

We ran outside and down the hall and split up across the playground, to find other kids lying dead on the floor. “AHH!!” i screamed. Rose ran over and gasped. Kara and Mary-Rose followed and their eyes widened

Here i am… once again. In bed. Its morning and didnt want to get up. I glanced around my room. Everything was totally normal. It was quiet. A fly buzzed around my ear. I swiped it. “Caught it” i exclaimed. I knew that this was the new day. My destiny was talking to me. I had to get up. I couldnt miss my prize. I got up and took dreadful steps forward.. i was out of my confort zone. “This is okay.. just take the steps.. imagine Jason asking you out” my heart was thumping loudly in my chest. Suddenly i let out a loud scream and fell onto my bed.I think i saw something move. Oh.. it was just my cat crawling into my room. I was fusterated and felt riduculous. I was just imagining things.. right? Eh… yeah.. i was just imagining… yes.. i was… i dont know i think i was….. I decided to walk into the lounge room.

Oh.. its still 5 in the morning and its dark. I was hungry… . so i wanted to make myself something to eat. No.. i couldnt be bothered. Why should i be bothered. I was comfortable in my bed until something bothered me but i dont know what else it was. My cat. my this.. my this and that. What else was i going to do? Obviously sleep! SLEEP.. i need to catch my ZZZ’s why? DUHHH it was monday. MONDAY.. SERIOUSLY I WASNT GOING TO WAKE UP AT 5 IN THE MORNING… for no reason. But why the heck did i wake up at 5? Its a mystery. Im going to go to bed because if i dont… ill end up yelling muffins in class again randomly.

I woke up again and Mum just woke me up.. at 7:30.. happy atleast.. i got to sleep. Mums complaining at me for not dressing up so i better go do that… I got to go to school in a few minutes anyway… for a special school occasion.

Im at school and you know what? Im so excited to see my best friends again. We just… have a special party on the first day back from the summer hols. I just cant wait until we start,but now.. we have to do the most scary part of the whole deal. Getting our teacher. I just wished i was wiht my best friends. I couldnt live without them. Anyway.. i need to put this down because the bell just rung… meaning we have to go to class. X

I could of sworn i could of jumped with joy. Im with the funniest and best teacher in the whole school. Any hes not strict! Who wouldnt want more than that! Having the best teacher ever. Having the best year ever. Having no mean bullies in class. I just didnt realise that there was always a loophole.. and things were going to get way.. way.. worse. Way worse.

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Kimmy squinted as she looked in the direction of the sun - meaning the direction of the desert. She decided that it was time for her to set off. Meaning she had to die or not. “But wait. Kathy must of gone in the direction of the war, which is south- west into the desert.. hmm… i have a compass on me. I can do this” thought Kimmy with great strength. Kimmy walked into the opening of the desert. It was a hot day. Extreamly hot. Kimmy thought her feet were eventually going to catch on fire, then she spotted a small hill in the center of 3 logs. “Its deffinetly not an ants nest” muttered Kimmy. She started to dig. “Ahh!” screamed Kimmy. There she saw a huge hole and in the hole there were people groaning and moaning. “KATHY???” yelled Kimmy inside the hole. Her voice echoed around the cave. “Im here!” replied Kathy in a flash of lightning. “Can you get us out?”. Kimmy shrugged and leaned in. Then Kimmy fell in and more sand came in. “Oh no! That was the only chance of escaping” groaned all the people. “Im s-sorry.” blurted out Kimmy. “Oh its okay” said Kathy. We have some slodge if you want some”. Kathy gave Kimmy a bowl of horrible looking brown squelchy stuff. “No thanks” said Kimmy feeling sick.

At home Nancy had a heart attack. “Nooo! Now Kimmy is gone too. What the hell? This must be a riddle!” gulped Nancy getting out a magnet. I remember Kimmy saying something about directions…..”Oh no… dont tell me i dont have a damn piece of rope” thought Nancy feeling around her pockets. Nothing. “CRAP!” yelled Nancy getting fusterated. What was she going to do? Nothing. She couldnt do anything at the state that she was at so she had to wait.

Back in the cave Kimmy kept on apologizing that she couldnt get them out. She felt so bad. “Listen Kimmy, most of these people have been here for atleast 6 days and none have died… yet. Its going to be OK. WE JUST HAVE TO GET OUT!” said Kathy with great power. They only had a few things, like bowls made out of wood. “Hey Kathy, i got an idea. Theres a rumor that the most person with fear in their hearts can open a secret door in here that can get us out!” said a little boy with his sister and his mum. “Yeah! Ive heard of that. Kathy can you find the door?” said Kimmy excited. Kathy nodded and then stood up…

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Nancy opened the diary.. fingers tremling.. Kimmy went to the lounge so Nancy had some peace. “What could of happened? I need to tell someone….” thought Kimmy. “Kimmy… thank you for showing me this. I need to know this information. They only recently approved police in the state (yeah police werent around in that time but i just need it for this chapter.. rewriting history) and we need to tell them” said Nancy as if she could read Kimmys mind. “Yes” agreeded Kimmy. Kimmy got her coat and then went to the police station. It was a horrible walk. Just the thoughts and the horribleness. They finally got there

“Im sorry but there is nothing we can do” said the officer. He had a big husky voice and looked stern. Kimmy was speechless. “Oh come on!” she argued. “There has to be some evidence you can find” the officer shook his head. “Im sorry Miss Piper but you wont be able to find your friend without some evidence and besides. She could be anywhere by now”. Nancy and Kimmy saw red. “Ahem, excuse me? So you dont care? She could be gone.” said Nancy getting extreamly irritated. “Fine. Ill go look for your special little purdy daughter, if you insist. We’ll be ready in half an hour. Ill see you then with the rest of the cops.” said the officer sighing as he went to mark some paperwork on his desk. “Thank you officer” said Nancy sarcasticly as they left the door. Outside there were people waiting for Kimmy. Stephanie and Kathys old friends named Stella, Ashley and Karen were budging for the news.”What happened” said the girls together. “Nothing.” said Kimmy. They all sighed before they went back to their houses. Kimmy got fusterated as she took steps home so she decided to go to bed. What was she going to do? Nothing. She couldnt do anything. Kimmy just hated it when you want to do something important or your have to do something important, you cant. It just set her off. But then she realized something… she must be finding her brother because she was needing to find him…. but… she really went? Kimmy was going to find out

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Well. Im gone. Literally gone. Theres no way im going to stay alive now. The sand is burning my eyes and i think ill give up. Ive tried to dig myself out but NO. It just makes things worse and worse. More sand will pour onto my poor, poor eyes and body. Im weepy and weak. I wish i had someone to guide me. But wait! I do! I have the parchment. I feel around my pockets. Crap. Not there and neither is anything else. They must of stolen it when they ambused me. This is horrible, things cant get much worse but they always do. Next thing i know they are uncovering the hole to put another person they think that they are “dead”. Oh god.. AHHH and squashed. They must of put a trap door because i just sunk deeper into the sand and to make things WORSE (again) i think they chose the wrong spot cause i just figured out something. THIS IS QUICKSAND!!!. I heard the other person say. “Help whats happening” and i replied “Shut up, they think your already dead. If your gonna make a noise then they will unbury you and hang you. The man gasped and then keps quiet.

Still in this horrible quicksand. Its absurd i tell you. Its wrong. Its as if they are pretending they think your dead when they actually know your alive and they chose the perfect place which can swallow you up and you cant do anything about it. Hold on. If this is all sand, we can dig and make a hole. Hmm.. it sounds okay. We start to dig and then more sand comes pouring in and stuffs us up even more. Next thing i know is that my arms have sunk into the quicksand. My head is the only thing that is still sticking up. Ive bearly got anything to breathe anyway. Its all sandy and the air supply is almost gone. Goodbye world. Good bye everything. Im done. Bye forever…

Information: Now we are going to change to a narrator for the rest of this chapter because of whats happened to Kathy. Thanks for reading this

Kathy was gone. She was sunk in the quicksand and there was a dead silence. Back at home Kimmy came over. The secret was out. “Umm im sorry miss Mayers but is Kathy home?” asked Kimmy as she was at the door. Nancy gasped as tears spilled out from her eyes. “I thought she was on an field trip with you?” cried Nancy. Kimmy shook her head in suprise “What field trip?” she asked confused. Nancy gasped for the second time and then she squinted and frowed. “She lied” she muttered. Kimmy was looking at her with a huge shock but then Nancy smiled again. “Oh sorry darling, would you like a cup of tea?” she asked. “Oh no im fine” smiled Kimmy but inside she was frightened. What happened to her best friend? Could she have of died? Millions of thoughts ran around her head like hurdle runners in a huge race. “Oh by the way is it okay if i use your bathroom” lied Kimmy, but she was a very good lier. “Sure” said Nancy as the pointed upstairs to the bathroom. Kimmy counted the stairs as she walked up the stairs. The walk up the stairs seemed like it took 20 years…. Kimmy snuck into Kathys room and took out one of her books and dusted the dust off.

Kathys Diary. 1890; The rush of fear

February 1st 1890. Im scared. Im frightened. Crying in my sleep. Im aching. Today is the day my father died in the war. He was stabbed 20 times in the heart as he defended his country. Why? Why my father? Why in the heart? Why not in the leg? It would be better in the leg. Im thinking.. and thinking… about all the times my father would be there for me. The time the thugs punched me 20 times on the leg, the time i was frightened of Boogie man. The time where i cheerished those toy cows so much i would sleep with them. All i need now is my brother to go to war. In a couple of months he will turn 18 and thats when he will have to go. If not he will either be hung or put in Jail. I cant allow it. I just cant. I wish time stopped or went back in time. I wont be here for the future. I wont be here in 2000 when they predict the war between my country and the other side of the world stops. Its like im in a never ending maze.

Kimmy couldnt believe those words were written on a piece of paper. She swore that she wouldnt cry with words but she had to. She cryed so much that the tears smudged some of the ink up. Kimmy kept on reading along

February- 20th 1890

Swollen ears and horrible news. Ive got a message from the war people that the people at the age of 10 have to start working in the gold rush scheme, although my birthday is next year im not going to mention this to anyone. If i do i will smash and push myself from Kimmys porch, onto the concrete. Oh no.. someones coming. Im closing my diary.

Oh the pain that Kimmy felt. Now she understood everything. Why Kathy was the soft person, the one who wouldnt dare to talk about war. The one who said the offering to her father at her funeral. The one who pretended to kill herself because she annoyed one person. Kimmy wouldnt let anything happen to her friend. She decided to tell Nancy about the diary. Kimmy carried it downstairs. “Nancy, i got something i need to tell you” said Kimmy not daring to breathe. “Yes darling? What do you need?” asked Nancy. Kimmy handed the diary to Nancy, her fingers trembling and then Nancy opened the diary

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Well.. Im a few streets away from home. Its all desert and horrible. There are dead plants everywhere and.. well.. footprints as big as giant footprints. I think i should ask the parchment, so i sat down on a log and started to write

Im a few streets away from home and i discovered some footprints. They look like giant footprints. They have like a weird black lining and its solid sand where i am at the moment. Any idea whats going on?

I waited for a few minutes when i saw a message reapearing on the parchment. It told me that it was nothing and he didnt know what it meant. He said that footprints are unusuall on desert flooring and might have something to do with this journey but overall he didnt know. So i just kept walking and walking and…. yawn.. im sleepy.. sleep..oh… i cant… stay… awake.. much.. longe..r.r.r

Oh crap… woken up. I feel dead, the sun is beating down on me and i think im ambushed. Im tied onto a rock and the thing is, i think im just about to get hung. I DONT WANT TO DIE LIKE MY FATHER!!! This is hell. Please be a dream… please please oh please… im afraid its not a dream. Its real life. So now im going to die? Just great. Ive lost my father and now im going to be killed myself. Isnt this great! I would just kill myself already but wait. No. I cant. Im trying to think of sollutions when im grabbed and put in a grave. Im alive but they think im dead. Geez stupid people these days. Oh crap. Here i go. In the grave, sand covering me… i bet im going to suffocate now. Gosh…

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Im scared. Im holding my head up. My hands behind my back.. im walking across my room.. up and down.. up and down… up and down…. Mum came into the room looking surprised. ”Whats wrong?” she said sipping her tea. I replied, “everything seems totally wrong. Its like im lost in the sea of confusion. Its hopeless. Someone needs to ban war. NOW” Mum was stunned. “Im glad you have so much courage but its impossible. The other parts of the world wont be peaseful together because they are to stubborn to think about the state of the rest of the world, but dont worry. It might be stopped in the future” said Mum. I was confused and a bit sad. “But what about Dad” i asked putting some quills into the ink pot. “We dont mention Dad anymore. Its to painful to talk about” said Mum firmly putting her glasses on. Then her friend Louise came to the door, so Mum went to greet her and make a cup of coffee. I found a spare piece of parchment in my draw and decided to write

 25th March 1890-

Im scared and crying. My heart has torn apart and cant be put back together. The dreams have supported me so i can move on but never will i forget the one who read the cow that jumped over the moon, and gave me two wooden cows for my birthday which i called Mrs and Mr Moo moo. Dad and my brother. They often worked together in the little red wooden shed where i used to wait to see what they made. Never, will i forget them.

I closed the page and then pasted a painting of me, dad and my brother on the front of the parchment. I was crying with my face burried in my hands. The ice drops from my eyes landed on the parchment and then an unusual light shone on the other side of the page. It said

Dear Kathy, This is going to be a guide to help you bring back your father and bring back your brother. First you have to agree on all our rules. Please take some time to read them.

I was a bit freaked out. Its like a magical spirit calling to me. I had to accept all the rules

Agree (X) Disagree  ( ).

Then i got a bit scared again because the writing on the parchment changed. Now it said

Great! Thank you Kathy for accepting our rules. Now we will present you with some gifts. Like a compass, a map and some food and materials and tools to build a shelter. Please examine these and find out the use for these tools.

I obviously knew how to use all of these tools because of orienteering and master boot camp. Im just glad i have the map at least because these directions lead to my brothers boot camp. Im so excited. The rain cloud above my heart has turned into a rainbow… now i got other things to worry about.. Mum. How in the world am i going to get past Mum with all of this.. Hmm.. i started to write down some ideas

1. Make a fake fire 2. Distraction? 3. Sneak out. 4. Call Kimmy 5. See the mayor.

I have to admit that they were pretty bad ideas but i was still stuck in what too do.. I chanted “what to do.. what to do.. oh oh what to do…” then an idea stuck in my head.I tell mum im going on an field trip with Kimmy! That will ought to do it. I ran into the lounge room, and i gave louise such a fright she dropped her coffee on the carpet. “Oh Nancy i am so sorry!” said Louise swooping to the kitchen to get a towel to clean up the coffee. “Louise dont worry about it. Its an old carpet anyway. We are getting a new carpet” said Mum. I rolled my eyes. Our “carpet” was made out of old fabric and cloth which Mum finds special. Oh i better tell her about my “plan”. “Mum, i need to talk to you about something” i said in a fake excited voice. Mum walked over with a hand full of Italian cleaning fabric. “Yes?” she said trying to concerntrate on Louise’s reaction to the coffee on the carpet. “Im going on a field trip with Kimmy and ill need to leave in half an hour” i said as calmly as i could. “Hmm yeah sure, ill just check in with her parents” said Mum getting up to go to Kimmy’s house. “No no no! Its fine i already sorted that out with her family” i said quickly so that mum wouldnt find out its fake. “Okay then” said mum getting up to make another cup of coffee. I said bye gave her a hug, and then got into my gear that the “parchment” sent. Everything was in order, now she just had to set off. I took 2 ink pods, 2 quills and the parchment so I could get guided. I slammed the wooden suitcase closed after i put my clothes and other important things but now i was on my own. I opened the door and set out saying bye to my home possibly forever.

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 Im in the car with my mum, shes driving me to Stephanies place. She is like my sister. Shes got a huge disease which isnt cureable yet. Steph is the only person who is not in my family that helped me get through with all of the confusion im in, but the word that makes me confused and all jumbled up is why? Why? who made up the rules that you have to go to war when your 18. Its not fair. My dad has already died in the war, i dont want to make it another. I cant handle this. Its painful, all of this is burning my heart to ash. I just want it over with. I miss all of the people who have died to save our country. Doenst anyone realise that the world is the same land, we are the same people, just in different coultures and differences that should be respected and not put into war? It just doesnt make sence. Mum just pulled up. Im walking in.

Im next to her, next to her bed. She is coughing a lot and all of her face and arms and legs are covered with a horrible looking purple and black rash. Shes trying to tell me something

“This year has been a rough ride, but we managed it”. I could of sworn i almost broke into tears. It was such a beautiful message for a sick girl but i should be the one saying that. Im just.. so confused. The confusion, the pain, the tourture. I dont know how me or Steph can handle this horrible… horrible feeling. Anyway she is getting better over the years and months and days. She can actually get up on her feet now for a few minutes before collapsing into bed again. Tears dribbled down my face slowly, but for some reason they were like ice. They felt like ice? They looked like ice? What was going on? It was in the middle of summer. Then i decided to go home to bed. I must be getting a fever. Im going to walk home, i thought. I wanted to see what was happening around the place. Maybe a ghost or something was getting mad. I dont know. I guess ill find out sooner or later.

I finally got home, through the fog. Im so shattered. My tears are ice, i feel so bad and i feel spoilt. Why? Why.. why… why… Im in bed now. Going to sleep for a bit. Hopefully everything will be back to normal again.

Woke up and i had the best dream. The dream of fatherhood and friendship. I had a dream that Dad was talking to me!!!! I dont know, i think it was a dream. I just remember my dream was me lying awake and dad was talking to me!! He was a ghost thingy.. … Was it real or not? I dont know.

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 Its late and im lying awake next to the phone not daring to breathe. My brother has been at war for exactly 40 days and he still hasnt called. Its 10 at night and my sister is next to me. Every minute, every second were the most scary moments of my life. There is still silence. The phone still hasnt rung. I started to get drowsy. I had to stay awake. Drifting.. driftin..drift…..

I woke up. Everything is a blur. I cant remember last night that well. I go ask mum. “Sweetie, he called last night at about 12 because he was working out late” i couldnt believe it. He was alive after all.I cant imagine what would happen without him. Hopefully he will stay with us, unlike his friend Dave. Im still shivering from the memory of what happened on my brothers 18th birthday. The war soilders came and said to us that any person who is 18 or over must join the war, or will be put in jail to starve. We couldnt allow it. Ever since then hes been at war, fighting.. watching his own friends get killed. Im shivering still.  “Kathy you really should come over and play football with us, chill with us”. My sister was a lay back type. She didnt seem to care all the time about her own brother, fighting in the war, having to eat spam and canned food. All my sister says is this. “Glad is not me” and then she would walk off with her nose in the air. The phone is ringing. I go to answer it.

Im fearful now, more then ever. I cant handle this pain inside. The cheif said that my brother got minor injuries, and may have to stay in war for another 3 months until hes recovered.

Next chapter coming soon :)

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