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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

Boat to Another Life

By Sam Heathcote, year 9, Elizabeth College

Am I still alive? The rocking and smell proves so. I open my eyes gradually, adjusting to the bright daylight. The smell hits me straightaway, clinging onto me like my mother had done. Everyone here hasn’t showered in days I suppose; and in addition there's the sewage which can’t go anywhere, it is revolting.

Standing up, I realise why I am here. We are going to Italy. However, looking around, all I see is vast blue sea. The tranquil images of the Mediterranean I saw before I left were misleading, the rocking is catastrophic. I still don’t know why I left, whatever it had been, it had meant we had to sell everything. My father and mother had stayed behind, they said they were coming. I hope so. People are puking around me, despite the fact my nose is so stimulated from the smell, it is getting worse.

I can't see my sister, the last time I saw her, she said she was going for a swim, despite her deteriorating health, but she had a tear in her eye, twinkling like my mother’s the last time I saw her. I am so confused right now, only coming to the realisation that I am in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers. My body, patterned with bruises, isn’t moaning, my heart tells me that I need to keep going.

I am alone, still. I suddenly become aware of a distant pigment of colour, growing in size after gasps erupt around me. I am still clueless as to where we are going, but anything is better than before, my parents promised me that. The boat has deteriorated in population since the start.

I still don’t know what to do and who these people are but most importantly where my family is.

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