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Water World2
I sit here on this mountain with so many others who were lucky enough to make it this far. The water of the tsunami swept so many out to sea, and I sit and wait for my mommy and daddy to find me. 3
I watched some of my friends who were in the water playing when it came in, and they were caught before they realized it was coming. Frankie, the girl I had just met two days ago, was playing in the water with her little brother, and her parents were just a few feet away from them. The water threw Frankie and her brother up against a line of trees, and then they disappeared. I really don't think they had time to feel much pain. I'm glad; I liked Frankie. Her mom and dad were just taken back out into the water, and they'll probably never be found.4
Some guy grabbed me up into his arms and ran here to the mountain. It was a nice thing for him to do, since he didn't know me. He saved my life. Since I'm twelve, he couldn't carry any more than just me. He's sitting over there; the one with the dark hair and tan. He's young and very strong, but he's crying. He lost his new wife in the water. I would go over to tell him not to cry, but I think he wants to be left alone for awhile. But I'll keep watching him to make sure he's okay. He saved my life, and now I think I'll have to save his.5
Look around. There are dead people everywhere, women, children, men-some in trees, some slammed against buildings that have crumbled on top of them, and there are others who are severely wounded. I see helicopters coming our way. Maybe that means there will soon be food. I'm so hungry. Does that sound selfish? Maybe it does. After all, I did survive. I'm sitting here with nothing left but the clothes on my back, but I'm alive. So many died, and I almost feel guilty for surviving. 6
I know what will happen to me though. There will come the men who will take the children away. Those of us who cannot be saved by the Red Cross will be taken away and sold as sex slaves. I'm still untouched, so I'll be one of them. Perhaps if I stay really close to the man who saved me, he'll keep me safe from the traders as well. I'm so afraid. Won't someone help me? I sit here and wait for whatever will happen to me, and I tremble from fear of the unknown. I'll just go ask him if he will stay with me. Maybe he needs a little girl to love.7
"Hey, Mister?"8
Author notes
'Destruction through innocent eyes'
Tsunami in Sri Lanka claimed over 200,000 lives in 2004.
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Thank you, Vicki. Umm, I don't mean to pick, but if you will read your comment to me, you will see that there may be a mistake. Either I won third, or you made a mistake. It doesn't matter, but let me know what happened. Below is your comment. Patricia
"This is definetely one of the most heartfelt and beautiful entries in the contest. The tsunami was a horrible event, and you have written about it in a way that shows how the young must feel, having nothing more than the clothes on their backs and the sight of destruction around them. This will definetely get at least third, many thanks for entering!
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This is definetely one of the most heartfelt and beautiful entries in the contest. The tsunami was a horrible event, and you have written about it in a way that shows how the young must feel, having nothing more than the clothes on their backs and the sight of destruction around them. This will definetely get at least third, many thanks for entering!
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Thank you, Beth. I thought it fitting to write about how the tsunami touched the children. Hugs, Gramma
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WOW Gramma... This is one of your best stories!! It is so touching!!! YOu did a great job!! Good luck in the contest!!!
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Great write.
This touches me so
I cannot let go
the images of suffering
assault heart without buffering.
The children and pain
the memories of same
while like flowers float
upon death I dote.
Writes like these vie
for tears within eyes
I cannot even lie
I, I, I try.
Oh God in heaven
what is our replevin
I cannot reason why
so many innocents die.
Your muse and write inspired this review.
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Thank you, my friend. I do appreciate your comment. I didn't realize how difficult it was to put myself into the mind of a child. I always thought I was still a child.
Hugs, Patricia
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you've definitely written from the mind of a twelve-year-old. children have a simplicity about them which you've held through this story.
the ending was perfect
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