A loud sound coming from the street
below, jarred Suzie’s grandmother into reality, confused for a split second
until she saw her sweet granddaughter sleeping like an angel. She sighed and
walked across the room towards the window. She looked up resting her eyes on the
clouds in the middle of the night sky. The world has truly changed she thought.
Her eyes slowly drifted below to the ground where all but a few houses lay in
ruins, a heap of rubble. She watched the soldiers march by and shoot a civilian
in the street for no apparent reason. She had to turn away. The past few weeks
had been hell for her. Houses had been bombed and innocent people killed. Her
poor granddaughter had no idea what was going on. They were to evacuate the town
the next day. She sighed and walked away from the window to her own bedroom. She
got ready for bed with only one thought in her mind as she fell asleep.
“Will the world ever
be the same again?”
Written by Sue Ping, Ji Eun, Le Shan and
Michelle
Will
the world ever be the same again?
“Come on, Grandma!” wailed Suzie as she tried her
best to drag her Grandmother up the stairs to read her a bedtime story. Her
Grandmother just laughed and promised she was right behind her. Suzie cheered
and sprinted all the way to her bedroom. Her Grandmother sat at the foot of her
bed and tucked her in.
“I’ll tell you about the time when I was young and
life was so wonderful sometimes I feel that I am in a different world now,” she
gazed at the ceiling dreamily. “Things were so peaceful, there were no
worries…
The hills were green as I strolled along enjoying the scenery; a swing hung under the big old oak tree.
My four sisters and I always spent a little time just to enjoy each other’s company; we played with every single living thing on the surface of the earth.
I was fourteen, and I had a friend called Tommy who was my best friend. We went to school together, my brothers liked him too but my elder sister didn’t have a lot of time to play with us, she kept on going out with her boyfriend, Jake.
When we had some free time, we helped out our parents to clean the house. Our neighbours were part of our family; there was no need to
lock our doors.
I was on my way home after picking some berries for my mother when Tommy came running up to me.
“Hey Emily, I saw you in the fields, where are you heading now?” he
asked.
“Well I was heading home but now you’re here let’s go do something fun,” I suggested
“Okay, but doesn’t your mum need those berries?” he asked, concerned.
“I guess,” I said slowly, thoughtful. “Tell you what, why don’t you come to my house and we can grab my brothers to come along and have some fun!” He agreed and we raced back home
After gathering my brothers, together we made our way
to the yard where we met up with a few neighbourhood
children. As a gang, we decided to play catch in the long grass. We spent the
whole afternoon there running, laughing and having fun without a care in the
world. I was dripping with sweat when I was ready to go home. On the road home I
saw colourful flowers dancing in the breeze. My heart
felt so light my feet felt as if they didn’t touch the ground, I waved hello to
everyone I passed. These people are my family, I thought. Everyone had a smile on their faces. I knew
everybody in the village. I looked down the lane with all the huts lining its
sides. This was my village. This was my home.
