A few days ago, I was at school, and when it was time for the English lesson, our teacher said that our behavior and last exam's grades are COOKED. So, she told us that if we write a story that includes "I felt really scared and unsafe there". And of course I accepted the challenge because last year there was a HUGE competition on making a story and I won the first place.
So, here's what I wrote:
Street Chaos
At the end of the last summer break, my two friends, Omar and Yassin and I decided to hangout and have fun before school started. We wanted to walk, get something to eat, talk and maybe, just maybe play football if we had time, just a typical hangout, nothing crazy. We also decided to go at night because of the burning hot sun. We were super excited to go out because we hadn't done something like this in a while.
Everything went like it was supposed to. We walked until we couldn't anymore. We had the best food we ever ate. And we talked until our tongues hurt. It was all fun. Until it was the time to go play football. But when we walked at first, we ended up in some neighborhood that none of us knew or entered before, people looked strange, there was garbage everywhere and lights were off. The place was full of police cars and officers like they were waiting for something to happen, maybe some crimes happened, or illegal operations were going on, whatever it was, something felt off.
We ignored it even though we all pointed it out. We just didn't want to ruin the vibe. We played football, and everything was cool. Until I hit the ball so hard that it went out of the field into a dumpster. I went to get the ball because I was the one who hit it. I looked into the dumpster only to see an old man living inside. He clearly looked like he was on drugs, his eyes and his facial expressions explained everything. The worst thing is that he had a baseball bat like he was ready to kill anyone who saw him. The moment I looked in his eyes, he screamed on top of his lungs before I even knew what was going on. It was terrifying. I sprinted away and so did my friends when they saw me do so, but this guy's speed wasn't normal for someone his age, he was fast like he was some kind of athlete, drugs seemed to do something with it. But thank God, an officer saw me running away, he immediately knew what was happening. He didn't ask a question, and reached for his firearm in less than a second. He saved us all from what me and you know would've happened.
Us three after what just happened, we ran straight to the officer to find out what was happening. We were literally traumatized, especially when the officer reached for his firearm and shot the guy in his leg. He told us that there was a group of people who sold drugs for cheap, so that people would buy more from them, and people like beggars can afford them. JUST what I expected. And of course we didn't forget to thank the officer. After that, we left immediately. We even forgot the football behind.
I was absent the day I had to give this story to the teacher because..... well... my bus left me. But I just sent it to my teacher via Facebook. And she said that this story was incredible and it deserved the prize, well done.
