My 6th compo

Terrorism

“Jerry, how do you feel being one of the terrorism survivors, can you explain what happened during the terrorism or can you tell us what happened?” a reporter said. “This is what happened.” I replied.

“Bye James!” I said as I aboard the bus. Rain pelted down from skies. “Home sweet home!” I told myself. I was back from a trip to China and my parents told me to go home by myself as my parents was still at work. “My brother will surely like the present I bought for him!” I thought. At the next stop, I saw a man wearing black cloths, black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He was taking a heavy looking suitcase. At the next stop, he alighted the bus, leaving the bag there. “Mister! Your bag!” I yelled. As soon he heard that he rushed out of the bus. Overwhelmed by curiosity, I wanted to open the suitcase but suddenly I remembered something that my teacher taught us that if you see a suspicious bag or suitcase, I should informed the bus driver if I am in a bus. At the next stop, I rush to the bus driver. Telling him about the suitcase. He told everyone to evacuate the bus and call the police. I turned around looking at the bus. Suddenly the bus burst into flame. Ahh! My eyes! I can’t see!” I screamed. Now all I could do was to wait for the ambulance to come. I tried to force open my eyes but the pain was unbearable. Millions of thought went through my mind. Is the bus driver ok? Will I become blind? “I don’t want to be blind!” I murmured. A lady heard me and replied, “You will not be blind, trust me, I’m a paramedic.” Siren filled the air. I could not see but I had a feeling that it was the ambulance and the fire fighters and I was bought to the hospital. I was told that I would be temporarily blind for a few days.

After the reporters went out and a few days later, I went home and the first thing I do was to switch on the television. “A boy saves a lot of people during terrorism,” the reporter said. “I am so proud of you.” My mother said.