Chapter 2
“Run Gongoron,
run ! The Germans are coming.” As I ran from the blood thirsty soldiers,
trying not to get shot, all the voices started to fade and slowly my life too.
The last words I heard were “Get ahold of my hand!”, fading whilst the minutes ticked.
I was woken up
by the stench of fish, it smelled like I was in a shoal of them. When I looked
around, there was a mountain of fish (you know, the type that makes you wanna throw up), there were village kids wearing tattered
breeches and some had rags for a shirt. All the sudden everyone started
shouting like maniacs, so I quickly got up and went to see what they were
shouting about. It was an island shaped like a triangle.
We docked the
ship. Everyone held some kind of trinket given to them by their parents. I
heard a grumble and looked at my midriff. It made a hole as deep as the Grand
Canyon. We all were miserable,
especially me because I had to deal with kids that were sassy, big shots, and
many were uncivilized. The captain of the ship scuttled a small hole in the
soft sandy beach, he took some dry grass and some lush grass, he put them in
the hole; he took two stick and two
stones to start a fire.
All of us used
banana tree leaves as a bed. Over the night, I thought about what I would do. At the end, I thought that if I got stranded here I might as well make the best of
it. In the morning, we walked all around
the island making a map; we got to a beautiful , lush green paradise but inside
were grouch and territorial animals all of the parrots and other birds had
their hackles up and were squawking.
Six months later,
we had built a quaint village. We hunted animals and raised some too. Simply satisfying I would admit. I began
to like the island but I still missed my parents. Every night, I would remember
all the fun things we did before the Germans attacked. The days, and weeks began to fly by; soon it
had been five years on the island.
A recruit was sent on a canoe to the island. He said that the Gorons had won the war but because the Germans demolished Toro
Isle, all the Gorons moved to the island and renamed it Goron Isle. Life returned to normal and peace was
restored once again except me; my parents had died in the war as per the rumors I heard. That night, I went to Toro Isle to check them up.
“Gongoron!!!” I remembered that voice, when I looked behind me there they were - my parents. They said that they fell off the ship and swam back to Toro Isle. I took them with me on the canoe to Goron Isle and my soul was at peace was restored again. Completely at peace...
Author: Abrahim Toutoungi - 10 years. (Year 6 - 2013-2014 , Al-Rayan International School)
“Gongoron!!!” I remembered that voice, when I looked behind me there they were - my parents. They said that they fell off the ship and swam back to Toro Isle. I took them with me on the canoe to Goron Isle and my soul was at peace was restored again. Completely at peace...
Author: Abrahim Toutoungi - 10 years. (Year 6 - 2013-2014 , Al-Rayan International School)
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