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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

Alone

By Archie Douglas, year 8, Elizabeth College

They said they’d be fine.
“We’ll be back by noon,” Mum and Dad told me as they passed through the door.

My parents are no longer here and neither is the door. A hole was blown into it, and as for my parents, I don’t know. I poked my head out of the window, and outside was anarchy. It was a war zone. I then found Roxy, my baby sister, put her to bed, and comforted her to the best of my ability. Her mellow eyes, filled with a compassionate look, traced my tracks around the room. I then said goodnight and exited the door.

At nightfall, I ventured out into the main road of Guernsey, Queens Road. Wagons were strewn across the tarmac, some wrecked on the side. I looked behind myself, and saw my house, beams of light streaming out of the windows. Then, from somewhere behind me, I made out the whispers of men, of which I didn’t know. Following that, I heard the sound of a musket being loaded.
I bolted. I ran until I thought I would pass out. However, instead of going straight back home, I took a detour around the block, in case any of them were following me home, and finding Roxy. Who were these people? What did they want with me? Were these the people that took Mum and Dad? Anyway, I was not sticking around to find out. I came in the back door of the house and promised myself to never go out there again.
As the soft cushions welcomed me into bed, I told myself, “They’ll be back, they’ll be back.” But deep down, I knew they would never be coming back.

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