WINNING STORY - Who Am I ? By Emily Rennie
o am I? Where am I? My eyes snapped open. What ani I domg here? I looked wearily around. I was in a dusty, rqcky place. The rocks jagged hard into my back. The dry land was a dark purple. An angry purple. I looked up. The sky was a light green weird. Who am 1? Was I a girl? A boy? An alien? Suddenly I heard a crash. Then....silence Who am I? Someone - help me. I can’t breathe.
“You’re OK”. A woman’s voice. Talking to me? I wasn’t sure.”You were lucky. Very lucky. You’re a fine piece of work for a human, aren’t you? What a beautiful child,” the woman murmured. Igently opened my eyes, and found I was face to face with an alien! Her skin was a slimy light pink. She had three eyes, which were dark purple. As purple as the land I was on.
“Your eyes,” I groaned.
“Yes. Beautiftil, aren’t they?” The alien smiled at me. “Don’t look so shocked. Though heaven knows bow you ended up on our planet, Oolog. You need a name. If a girl lands here somehow, they always lose their memory.” So that’s what I was. A girl! Wow.
Well, I got my new name, Scarer.
The alien is now sort of my foster mother. rm In my bedroom. It’s the middle of the night. I just couldn’t get to sleep. Outside I heard space-
sHips flying as quick as a gazelle.
AixL.what wasthat?
I heard a definite tap on my window. Someone was there. But who?
I couldn’t go. What If it jumped out at me? Then there was a loud smash. The person had broken my window. I clutched my bedsheets protectively. 1 was terrified. The person was climbing into my room. An alien dressed In black. Oh my God. My mother had warned me against these creatures! They were cafled Sleets.
They were crooks, and actually kidnapped people. Help! Here was one in my bedroom “Come on,” he ~‘inned nastily. “Didn’t you hear me knocking?” What could I do?
-“Get away! Get away,” I shrieked, quickly climbing out of bed, and reaching for my torch. It wasn’t much, but! had to attack this thing.
He was looking at me, smiling his creepy smile, walking towards me.
He grabbed my arm. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk,” he rásped~ clutching tighter.. It was crazy.! was probably golngto die. But Ihad no choice.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, trembling I couldn’t stand up straight. My knees knocked foolishly. We were standing at the edge of a large cliff: What was he going to do to me? “Relax,” he whispered; “You’re just going to have a little ride. A ride of your life.”
i figured what he meant He was going to push me off tb.e cliff. And.! would die. I was terrifIed. I had to stop him.
“Not lflhaveanythingtodowith it,” I screamed - and with all my strength - pushed him right off the edge
I beard him scream all the way down. There was a splat at the bottom like broken eggs. What had!
done?! “No,” I whispered. “No.” I ran for it. Ididn’t know where! was going, but I didn’t care. I’m a murderer.
The thought followed me, swirling around in my mind. I never saw the spaceship. It crashed into my side, knocking all the breath out of me. I hurtled to the ground painfully.
Th~ next thing I knew, I was in my bedroom again. I heard my mum and probably two doctors outside my door.
“So, what does Scarer look like?”
a doctor asked.
“Sca~rer has midnight black hair, way past her shoulders. She’s as thin as a slithering snake. Her eyes are a shimmering emerald and her skin is deathly pale, most of the time. And her expression. Well she’s normally used to looking nervous, I guess,” said my mum, worriedly
“I see. Lets take a look at her.” I heard Ihem opening my door; “She’s waking up.”
“Thank God,” my mother said tearfully.
“Don’t worry, she’s fine; Just a
broken leg~ You should be gratefUL” “Help,” imumbled. “is he gone?”
My mother leapt by my side, overjoyed! was OK.
“Who dear?”
“It...it was a Sleet; In here,”!
gasped..
“She’s a little delirious. There was no Sleet, I reassure you,” whispered the doctor to my mother. But I knew better.
A few days later I was starting to feel worse. I knew my time was nearly up. But what could I do? Not much. My eyes slowly shut. I couldn’t open them again. I could stifi hear though, Oven If I was dead. I heard footsteps coming into my room.
My mum, no doubt “How are you feeling? Is your leg any better?” She stopped. I guessed she realised. I heard her running towards me. “No,” she whispered, ‘Please, no!”! could feel her tears on me. “Don’t leave me like this,” she sobbed. “Scarer I’m begging youl Please...pleaseWake up!”
Of course, I couldn’t. I tried. I
reallydid.
So, that’s It. The story of my life. Me. Scarer. Even then, I never found out who I really was. But wish I did!
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