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Gabby’s Truth/Lie

By Gabby A

A 7-year-old Gabby tip-toed onto the wet rocks by the pond. She happily hopped on another rock.

THWIP!

She felt her foot slide on the rock.

“AIIIEE!” She screamed, as she tumbled towards the murky waters. She made a large SPLASH! as her body made contact with the water. The only thoughts in her mind were…

I’m going to drown.

I’m going to drown.

I am going to drown.

The pond was bitter cold. The water was seeping through her clothes, freezing her body. She gasped and flailed her arms about.

“Help! Help!” She screamed, as she tried to get the attention of anyone passing by. She could see her friend, Emmaline, who was going to check on her, gasp and rush to the pond. Emmaline heaved the girl onto the grass. Gabby gave a mighty cough and gasped for air.

 


 

The howling of the wind.

Raindrops battering the roof.

Gabby immediately sat up straight and looked out the window.

The banana trees outside her window had fallen.

The rice fields had been flooded.

The roads were deserted.

Ohhhh, no, no, no, no! Not today!

The day before her cousins had been sent home from school early, because the meteorologists had claimed that the wind was getting stronger, and a typhoon was to be expected.

She threw off the covers.

This couldn’t happen now! It simply couldn’t!

Her house was still under construction. Most of the windows hadn’t been installed yet. There was still a large hole in the roof. The wind pushed the rain into the house, spraying water everywhere.

It’s amazing how her relatives can take a typhoon like this so casually.

She walked out of her room to check on her family.

There, in the middle of the living room, was her grandmother, casually pouring herself a cup of iced tea. She looked out the window.

In the videos of typhoons that she saw on the news, there were people on the streets, panicking. People ran into their homes, hastily boarding up windows, screaming in the houses.

What she saw out the window was exactly the opposite.

The roads were deserted.

She could hear the ringing of her baby cousin’s xylophone from their house.

She could see children playing games in their houses.

It was such a peaceful sight. Suddenly she heard the loud hollow sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Something had fallen.

This can’t be good.

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