Red Roses
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well i actaully wrote this short story for a school assignment but i decided to post it here anyways.
There were two things that I used to be afraid of. The first one was death and the second one volcanoes. What intensified my fear of volcanoes was that there was a one, a block from my school and two blocks from my house. People always said that it was a sleeping volcano. But now I think about it, I don’t think those people knew what they were talking about.
So anyways, I was on my way to school one day with a couple of friends and we had heard on the news that morning that the volcano next door just might blow its top. But I don’t understand why no one was running or getting ready to leave. Maybe it was because they thought I was too young to understand. But I’m in Grade 4, and the oldest child in my family.
My friends laughed and joked along, with me tagging along behind them, quaking in my boots. Finally I decided to ask them why they weren’t worried. “Why aren’t you guys worried about the volcano?” I asked.
My friends turned around and stared at me. “Why should we be scared?” they asked.
I was shocked. “Why shouldn’t you guys be scared is a better question!” They laughed, which made me mad. “Just answer me, you guys,” I said.
Finally one of my friends, Amy stepped forward. “Haven’t you heard?” I shook my head. “That volcano is really just a big joke. At least once a year, people say its going to blow and it never does.”
I stood staring at them. “But this time its for real I said!!” almost shouting. “Its been making weird noises and look,” I pointed towards the volcano, “look there’s smoke coming out of it.”
Amy shrugged. “It does that every time. And it hasn’t blown yet so it probably won’t. Stop being such a worry wart, come on if we don’t hurry we’ll be late for school.” She grabbed my hand and hurried off towards our school with the rest of my friends keeping pace behind us.
We got to school in one piece but I wasn’t sure the rest of my day was going to be like that. Not with the volcano getting ready to burn us to a crisp next door. I walked into class and my teacher smiled at me. I wasn’t in the mood to smile back. We all took our seats and the teacher went to the front of the class and started talking.
“Ok. So we all know that this volcano just might blow today.” The class laughed. I frowned. “But I see that all of you are here today so neither you nor your families are afraid,” she raised her voice a little to be heard. “and in the possible chance that there is a volcanic eruption, I will know exactly what to do, for I have been through another volcanic eruption as well.” She smiled at us, but her gaze lingered on me. I got the feeling that her little speech was meant for me.
Suddenly from outside there came a roar and the whole ground shook. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I screamed.
“Line up everyone,” my teacher screamed. “Line up! Hurry up!! Let’s go!”
Everyone was pushing and shoving and before I knew it and I found myself in the back of the line. Our teacher quickly led us outside. Once we were outside, she ran for her life with the whole class running after her. I was never good at running but I tried to keep up.
The rest of the class was really far ahead of me by now. Then Amy turned around and shouted to me “Run faster! Faster!!” I had already been running as fast as I could but I ran faster. Faster than I’d ever run in my life. The ashes and smoke from the volcano were choking me, making it hard to breathe.
I was almost at the hill that my class was standing at the top of, when I tripped and fell. I looked behind me, the lava was slowly creeping up behind me. I felt tears sting my eyes. I couldn’t die. I was too young!! My life started to flash before my eyes and I remembered two things. The first one was my mom telling me there was no reason to be afraid of death because everyone died at some point and the second one was how afraid of the volcano I had been my whole life.
I closed my eyes. I wasn’t afraid anymore.
this reminds me of myslef when i was little. i was mortally afraid of volcanoes.
There were two things that I used to be afraid of. The first one was death and the second one volcanoes. What intensified my fear of volcanoes was that there was a one, a block from my school and two blocks from my house. People always said that it was a sleeping volcano. But now I think about it, I don’t think those people knew what they were talking about.
So anyways, I was on my way to school one day with a couple of friends and we had heard on the news that morning that the volcano next door just might blow its top. But I don’t understand why no one was running or getting ready to leave. Maybe it was because they thought I was too young to understand. But I’m in Grade 4, and the oldest child in my family.
My friends laughed and joked along, with me tagging along behind them, quaking in my boots. Finally I decided to ask them why they weren’t worried. “Why aren’t you guys worried about the volcano?” I asked.
My friends turned around and stared at me. “Why should we be scared?” they asked.
I was shocked. “Why shouldn’t you guys be scared is a better question!” They laughed, which made me mad. “Just answer me, you guys,” I said.
Finally one of my friends, Amy stepped forward. “Haven’t you heard?” I shook my head. “That volcano is really just a big joke. At least once a year, people say its going to blow and it never does.”
I stood staring at them. “But this time its for real I said!!” almost shouting. “Its been making weird noises and look,” I pointed towards the volcano, “look there’s smoke coming out of it.”
Amy shrugged. “It does that every time. And it hasn’t blown yet so it probably won’t. Stop being such a worry wart, come on if we don’t hurry we’ll be late for school.” She grabbed my hand and hurried off towards our school with the rest of my friends keeping pace behind us.
We got to school in one piece but I wasn’t sure the rest of my day was going to be like that. Not with the volcano getting ready to burn us to a crisp next door. I walked into class and my teacher smiled at me. I wasn’t in the mood to smile back. We all took our seats and the teacher went to the front of the class and started talking.
“Ok. So we all know that this volcano just might blow today.” The class laughed. I frowned. “But I see that all of you are here today so neither you nor your families are afraid,” she raised her voice a little to be heard. “and in the possible chance that there is a volcanic eruption, I will know exactly what to do, for I have been through another volcanic eruption as well.” She smiled at us, but her gaze lingered on me. I got the feeling that her little speech was meant for me.
Suddenly from outside there came a roar and the whole ground shook. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I screamed.
“Line up everyone,” my teacher screamed. “Line up! Hurry up!! Let’s go!”
Everyone was pushing and shoving and before I knew it and I found myself in the back of the line. Our teacher quickly led us outside. Once we were outside, she ran for her life with the whole class running after her. I was never good at running but I tried to keep up.
The rest of the class was really far ahead of me by now. Then Amy turned around and shouted to me “Run faster! Faster!!” I had already been running as fast as I could but I ran faster. Faster than I’d ever run in my life. The ashes and smoke from the volcano were choking me, making it hard to breathe.
I was almost at the hill that my class was standing at the top of, when I tripped and fell. I looked behind me, the lava was slowly creeping up behind me. I felt tears sting my eyes. I couldn’t die. I was too young!! My life started to flash before my eyes and I remembered two things. The first one was my mom telling me there was no reason to be afraid of death because everyone died at some point and the second one was how afraid of the volcano I had been my whole life.
I closed my eyes. I wasn’t afraid anymore.
this reminds me of myslef when i was little. i was mortally afraid of volcanoes.
