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THIRD GRADE CLASSROOM ANNOUNCEMENT :
"Senior story 3" |
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He had taken my son. (Francesco S.) I was shocked. I barely knew where I was; I had nothing left with me, just my phone. The plane had split in two halvs. On the phone all the apps and contacts were gone. I had only one contact: - 419 756 15 11, saved as "him". I didn't understand. "Him" had sent me a message saying: "these are the rules of the Game: 1) you cannot call the police; 2) you cannot go home; 3) you cannot tell anyone you know what happened; 4) you have three months to give me five hundred thousand dollars, if you don't .... Your son will DIE. Signed: "him" "Good game ". I was speechless. I did NOT understand whom that person could be and why he wanted that money from ME. I didn't have that sum. Something had to be done, but not now. I started to walk in the wood in order to find a busy road with the hope to find someone to give me a ride to the nearest motel and study a plan to solve this mess.(Edoardo P.) After an hour walking, I had not found a place to rest yet. I was hungry and very tired. I was injured and I realized I was bleeding too . I needed to stop and rest under that big tree. It was getting dark and it was cold. That night I didn’t sleep very well even if I was exhausted. I continued thinking about my son. I heard noises around me and I had the feeling of having many eyes watching me. I thought it was all a game of my imagination, at least I hoped it. The next morning I felt even more tired than the day before and my wound still bleeding . I decided to climb up on the tree to see which direction the nearest town could be. I saw only an infinite expanse of trees. Just when I was losing hope, I saw the smoke coming out from the chimney of a house, not so far from where I was. It could be the opportunity to seek for help. I got down from the tree and I ran toward the house, but something overwhelmed me. A huge bear was in my way. It was about to attack me, when I felt like fainting . The last things I remembered were the sound of a shot and the face of an old man. (Adriano B.) When I woke up I found myself in the house that I had desperately tried to reach before.I had some strange bandages on my leg where I was wounded and strangely it did not hurt me anymore.The old man was sit on a chair cooking by the fire. When he realized I had woken up, he gave me something to drink which smelt disgusting. I drank it anyway. After a few minutes of silence he told me that I was very lucky, because I was the only survivor left. Had any other outlived the crash, he would have very likely ended up eaten by either wolves or bears. I knew he was wrong, my son was out there, alone, with that stranger. I needed to do something, to find a way to make money. I asked him where the nearest town was and he started laughing.â€We’re in the middle of Canada, there’s no-one here except me and youâ€he told him “but if it can be of any comfort to you, in two days I'm going to make supplies of food and bullets in a village 100 miles from here, there will be a few tracks heading to the town, but it will take other three days to get thereâ€-“well, I don’t have other options I think!†(Federico T.) So I decided to wait 2 days before going to the village and then get on a truck. But in these 2 days I felt reckless: I spent most of my time thinking to what had happened…my son, the stranger “him†and I were the only survivors of the crash, all the apps on my phone were deleted, the strange message that I received, I was really close to be killed by a bear…was all this real or was it simply a nightmare? I took my phone to see if something had changed but nothing. To my great surprise, I noticed that the battery level was the same as before the crash, 7%. This was really strange. I knew I was not wrong. So, I looked up and found a pen. I wrote the battery percentage on my left arm to be sure I would remember it. The 2 days passed very slowly but finally the day of my departure arrived. The old man arrived on an old car, I jumped on and we left. After many hours we finally arrived at the small village. I immediately saw the big track that probably could take me to the town. The car stopped and the old man pointed me that track. I slowly approached it and saw a man who looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t realize who he was. He told me to go to the back of the track. I obeyed. I was not alone, many people sat on the track. The track left, I was exhausted. I leaned against the track door and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was still very sleepy. The number of the people on the track was halved. Suddenly the track stopped. I took my phone to check the time but there was only a strange message on it. It said “HERE†with a photo of a small house. I fearfully opened the track door and got off. We were at a gas station, on my right there was a house. I took my phone and compared the photo to the house…they were identical. I checked the level battery…the percentage number was identical to the number I wrote on my arm, 7. Still. While I was approaching the small house I noticed that the house number was written in big characters… It was the same of my phone battery level, 7. I was terrified. A feeling of terror overwhelmed me and I fainted near the house. I woke up in my bed, in my house. Immediately I took my phone and apparently all was normal. I looked at my left arm and there were no signs on it. The clock said 7am. I could hear the voice of my son running downstairs while talking to my wife. My phone vibrated, I received a message. It was from British Airways app: “We kindly remind you that your boarding to Canada will start at 11â€. The phone battery level was 7%....I am afraid, I will not leave today. (Francesco S.) THE END |
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FRANCESCO S.
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