Alice grinned as she put her phone down. Mrs Wilkinson had put on advertisement in the newsagent's window two weeks back, "Reliable baby-sitter wanted". She was excited about having her first baby-sitting job as she finally she would have the money to buy the phone she wanted.
The car drew up in front of the Wilkinson's house.Alice climbed the steps to the front door and rang the bell. It made a harsh, electronical noise. After a moment the door opened and a tall thin man with thick glasses appeared.
"Come in please", he said smiling. He lowered his voice as she stepped into the hall.
"Mrs Wilkinson is just putting Ralph to sleep", he said pressing a finger to his lips.
"Ok and don't worry Ralph wont wake up unless you make a noise because he is a light sleeper but under no circumstances are you to go upstairs. Understood ?"
The Wilkinson left the house at eight o'clock due to be back at about 11:30. Alice buried herself into her book, when she heard crying and froze. All Alice wanted to do was get out quickly but she couldn't abandon a crying baby. She thought and thought for a while clueless, should she go upstairs or should she leave the baby... Minutes later, she decided to phone her close friend but there phone didnt work. Alice had left her mobile phone at home and thought its best to check on the baby as the crying continued piercing louder as time passes.
Alice ran upstairs fiercly into the darkness and quickly along to the bedroom. She reached over to Ralph and stroked his head but what she touched felt soft and squashy. Alice pulled her arm away in disbelief by the inhuman of the babies' head. The head fell side ways and rolled off the pillow, it was an old, plastic doll.The bed covers hid a machine with a tape recorded.
Suddenly, Alice noticed a shadow behind her, she spun around and saw Mrs Wilkinson coming. Mrs Wilkinson lifted her arm, reaching out like claws towards Alice.
"I warned you didn't I ? "
Friday 3 February 2012
Gaza Diary
Saturday 15th December 2008
On a lovely spring morning me and Ahmed were having our breakfast with our parents. After we finished we got ready to go to the park, since it was a lovely day with the sun out.
In the park I loved playing on the swing, even though it did make me feel quite sick. While I played on the swing my brother played football with his mates. We were happily playing in the park for an hour when suddenly I heard a noise. I turned around and saw the old factory bombed down. It happened so quickly that I hardly managed to catch a glimpse of the action.
I screamed with fear and ran towards my parents. When I walked home I just couldn’t believe my eyes. At home I was really terrified that I couldn’t open my mouth. It was as if my mouth were sealed together, forever.
Sunday 16th December 2008
The next morning I woke up screaming for my life. Then I realised that it was only a dream. While I was eating my breakfast, I just couldn’t believe stop thinking about yesterday. My mind just won’t stop imagining the bombing, the factory ripped apart, the people and all the bloodshed. I felt it would be safe to stay at home but yet I was terrified.
At home I was thinking about school. How would I go to school? What if my school gets bombed? What if I die? All the questions just won’t stop whizzing around my head. Then at last I fell asleep.
Monday 17th December 2008
The next day I woke up early in the morning and got dressed for school. At breakfast I felt my brain was much cooler after 2 days of the bombing. While I walked to school I notice the old factory ripped up.
When I arrived at school I heard my friends chattering on about the factory that was bombed on Saturday. I screamed to them,
“No! Please don’t talk about that. I’ve had enough. I can’t take it no more! My friends turned around and were surprised to see me, but they took no notice of what I said and just continued on the conversation. Later on my whole body felt much better, cooler, safer and relaxed.
Wednesday 19th December 2008
The next day I woke up extremely late thinking it was Saturday but when my brother Ahmed was shaking me and screaming that I was late for school. That’s when I realised that it’s only Wednesday.
At school for me it was another disaster because I realised that I didn’t pack my back last night and I forget my P.E kit. What bad start to the day? But no it doesn’t stop there because in my first 2 lessons I got a detention for not bringing my homework and in my lesson three I earned another detention for forgetting my P.E it again. What an awful morning?
Then at lunch time while I was playing hide and seek with my friends the teachers were telling everyone to go outside. Everyone was screaming and running out for the life, but luckily I was already outside. Then I realised why everyone was running but some were too late. It was all over, our school was bombed.
Thursday 20th December
Today was one of the quietest day since no one spoke unless it was highly important. I just ate my breakfast miserably and then went off to study. While I did my study I just couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday my friends, classmates, teacher and the building itself.
It was such a miserable day with no school for a while. I already was missing my school even though a full day hasn’t gone yet, after the incident. Every second my mind will just flash back to yesterday.
Again questions just won’t stop whizzing around my head like: What if I have to move school? What if my house gets bombed next? Why are they doing this? But one thing I did realise is that all these would depend on what Allah decides to do.
Friday 21 December 2008
Today was one of the toughest day I have ever been through. Actually I think it was the toughest. All I day I have just been doing my study playing games and relaxing while my brother had to go the school.
At about 1:00 a phone rang and my mum received it. After the call I saw my mother was in shock and upset with tears down her eyes. I told her
“What’s wrong mum? Tell me. Please. But a single word just wouldn’t come out of her mouth. I knew she was really really upset when she received the call. But why? Then at last she told me that my brother’s was bombed and he was in there. Which means he-he is de-dead...
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