For the past few weeks, we have been doing story writing. So far I have written two stories, one called ‘Rochfords Library’ and the other ‘Lost Kids’.
I was running far trying to save her. She vanished into a purple and black portal with ghosts circling the rims of it. My fate was crying out loud along with the shuttering wind. I could barely see anymore because my tears filled my gloomy heartbroken face and my squinted eyes. I was in the playground when it happened. Zampthia was gone. She was my sister who was only 6 years old with black poofy hair, and green beady eyes. I guess being a big brother was hard but it was harder watching your sister fade away into some sort of spirits portal.
Mother and Father came rushing over like a race car. They immediately asked what happened in fear. My face was dripping in salty tears and it was difficult to talk. “She’s gone,” I cried. Mother burst into tears while my Father cluelessly asked “Who’s gone?”. “ZAMPTHIA!” I yelled in distress. His face turned pale as he brought his hand to his heart. Missy and Margaret came running over from the house. “Why is everyone crying?” Missy asked. Missy was only 9 but had a sassy attitude. She had dark brown hair with light brown eyes. She seemed to not care that much about things to get attention. “Oh good lord Jay” Margaret said. Margaret was 15 and was dressed like she was from the 90’s even though we’re in the 2000’s. She had Blonde luscious hair and bright blue ocean eyes. “Twelve year olds from London, always doing dangerous stuff”. Margaret yelped. “FOR LORD’S SAKE THIS IS NOT A JOKE!” Everyone stared at me confused of what’s going on. “ZAMPTHIA IS GONE OKAY. SHE GOT SUCKED INTO A PORTAL WITH GHOSTS AROUND IT!” I yelled anxiously. “I’M SERIOUS!”.
For the rest of the day, everyone was either crying or looking like they were about to cry. Everyone was still confused about the whole situation of the portal and stuff, but didn’t know what to do about it. Mother was on the phone to a funeral service about the situation, but they thought it was some sort of prank. Father on the other hand was watching the daily cricket while shouting his opinion on who should win. Missy was on her bed crying while writing in her so-called pink fluffy diary that makes noises at random times. Margaret was sitting at her white dutchess desk doing homework while sulking and getting phone notifications every minute. Meanwhile I was in the kitchen making quesadillas at like 4:00 pm because I had completely forgotten about what just happened in the park.
A few hours later, it was dinner time and nobody talked or looked up from their small plates of mash potato, dried over cooked peas, and lamb. Everyone was trying to focus on their food that looked a little bit like it came from a prison because Mother could barely focus on preparing the food. Margaret looked up and gasped for a breath almost starting a sentence but then quickly regretted her decision and looked back down at her food. Missy started breaking into small tears that slowly grew louder and more aggressive. “Why did she have to-” Missy sniffled hard “Go.” Missy said quietly while trying to gasp for breath. Everyone at the table was silent and didn’t respond to Missy because they were ashamed. “WELL IF NONE OF YOU ARE GOING TO RESPOND THEN SCREW THIS FAMILY I’M DONE AND WON’T COME BACK TILL’ I GET A REASON!” Missy yelled at the top of her lungs. Then she stood up from her chair and stomped loudly out the room.
After Missy had left, Mother and Father didn’t even hesitate to go get her because they were still trying to figure out what happened. Missy left the house and started stomping off to the exact same park Zampthia got lost in. I looked out the window in awe and realised it might happen to her as well. I looked at Margaret with shock and so did she. We ran out the front door past the neighbors who had seemed to be watering their garden at like 7:32 pm. We ran round the corner and Missy was sitting on the edge sulking her tiny salty tears out. I ran to her and grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to Margaret. I stood in front of Missy and yelled “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING! THAT’S THE PARK WERE ZAMPTHIA GOT SUCKED INTO A PORTAL!”. She looked up at me and started crying louder. “WELL I DON’T CARE. I WILL RISK MY LIFE TO SEE ZAMPTHIA!” Missy yelledwhile tears started faintly going away as her face went red and her voice got angrier. She ran back to the playground and stood in the middle of the park. “COME AND GET ME! I WANT TO DIEEEEEE!” Missy screamed. I sprinted to get her but she juked me and started running back home while tears splattered everywhere leaving a puddle.
When I finally got to the house with Margaret slowly dragging behind me, Missy was looking at me through her bedroom window. I looked at her and saw that she looked happier than before. She put a note to the window that said ‘I only want a reason’ in her messy handwriting. Then she let out a creepy smile from her big yapper mouth with her pink unicorn lip gloss. She left the room in a flash like a cheetah. As I walked up the path to the front door, I hesitated for a second and thought about Zampthia. “Is everything alright Jay?” said Margaret. Tears started flowing down my cheek like a waterfall. “No…” I said faintly. Margaret looked confused but also flushed. “It’s alright Jay, we can fix this because if you think about it, she might not be dead!” Margaret said loudly. “Not helping Mars” I said sarcastically. “I’m serious Jay, what if she’s alive but she’s just stuck in the land of the dead” Margaret said enthusiastically. “Still not helping Mars” I said again without actually realising what she said.” alright then don’t listen to me, that’s fine with me. I guess I’ll go and retrieve her myself” Margaret said sadly.
The next day, I woke up with a smile on my face for some weird reason. I could still remember what happened the other day but I was happy. I felt like I was hallucinating in thin air. I rolled over to the side of my bed and realised I rolled too far. My face hurts, my heart hurts, my brain hurts, and my mouth hurts from smiling so much. “WAKE UP JAY YOU HAVE YOUR FIRST DAY AT HIGH SCHOOL TODAY!” Mother screamed as she walked into my messy room. “5 more minutes!” I yelped then slowly started snoring. “GET UP YOU LAZY CHILD” She screamed for the second time. I kept rolling across my bedroom floor until I bonked my head on my desk and pain filled my brain. As soon as I got my clothes on I rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Mother had already made breakfast for me but I was so focused on stuffing different chip packets in my small bag. “Goodbye Mother see you after school, I’m late for my bus!” I yelled as I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and sprinted off into the wilderness of highschool.