” We’re going camping!’ my younger brother Matthew shouted as he budged into my room. I yawned as I checked my phone, it was still 7 a.m. “Ok” I replied , I was so excited but I could hear the zipping of bags as my family prepared to leave.
” Alex, you are late for breakfast!” my mother said. I waved her off and said I’d just have a cup of coffee. Once we were all in the car, my dad suggested we pray. I was left contemplating what dangers there could be. While they were countless, I hoped God would protect us. As we pulled away, I pulled out my phone. “No’ , my mom said firmly and I quickly put it away before it could be confiscated. With nothing else to do, I stared at the green scenery and thought about my former school and friends. I missed them a lot though it wasn’t that bad in my new school.
” Hey , watch where you are going!” my dad yelled at a driver as he almost rammed into us trying to overtake us. I sighed as this happened all the time. As he drove past us, I managed to catch a glimpse of his face. It was full of tattoos even on his bald head. Even though I didn’t think about it, he did kind of give me the chill. “We are here!” my mum announced. I was so snapped out of my sleep as the car jerked to a stop . We were at a parking lot and I could see the dark forest behind the gate. I glanced at a red car that looked vaguely familiar. To my utter surprise and horror, the man with tattoos stepped out but no one in the family seem to recognize him, so I kept quiet quiet.
We found a perfect camping spot among the trees and started setting up the tent. When we were done, my dad asked me to go help him because I had a homing beacon. That was until I ran into the man with tattoos and he wasn’t alone. There were three other men, all yelled. “Oh , I know you , ” he sneered as he pulled out a gun. ” Alex!” I had my dad yelled in the distance. He wouldn’t be here in time. The man with tattoos held the gun to my head. To my sheer surprise, I was absolutely calm. When I finally heard the gunshot, I distinctively closed my eyes closed my eyes and waited for the impact.
Written by, Nyariki AmongaStudent, Mustard Seed International Schools.
5 thoughts on “Alone In the woods”
This is a great read. Keep it up!
Impressive Read.keep up Amonga.Good job.
Amazing for a student.i believe with more guidance and his passion in writing he will be our next Ngugi Wa Thiong’o
Thank you so much for your response, Akol.
Good work Nyariki. Sky is the limit!!
Mastery of language noted