Isabella's misjudgement

A full moon was on the horizon. The wind brushed through Isabella’s golden hair. Twinning with it was the sand that tickled her toes, even at the slightest movement.  Isabella’s reflection bounced off the glistening water and into her soft hazel eyes.

At home Isabella was greeted by her two young brothers. They were bawling and their eyes were as puffy as the fur on a Pomeranian. The frightened teenager pulled both into a tight embrace and asked them for an explanation. Isabella marched to her parents and asked, “Is it true? Are we really leaving?” The silence that came from her parents wasn’t a good sign. She stormed out of the room and dug her head into her pillow. Isabella tried to find the silver lining but there was none. She was going to leave her friends, school and most importantly her precious memories in Auckland.

After a crying herself to sleep Isabella was awoken by a bright light. The sun beamed through her window. With a heavy groan Isabella turned to read the clock, it read 9:56 AM. Luckily it was Saturday, the starting of the holiday. When Isabella entered the kitchen she instantly turned. Her parents were there and they wanted to talk. After 30 minutes of talking Isabella realised how wrongly accused her parents were. Going to Brisbane wasn’t forever it was just for the holiday. Isabella’s smiled from ear to ear. She was ecstatic.

The plane ride was great. Since it was a first time for Isabella she didn’t really have much to compare it with. Brisbane from a bird's eyes view was just breathtaking. The family took photo’s and visited so many places. Sadly everything had to come to an end. Everyone returned home safely and continued with their lives.

The big water winds

The wind howled menacingly like a wolf at the full moon. Lightning licked across the evil sky: a serpent’s tongue tormenting the clouds. The Earth began to shatter…

My bare face was exposed to the ice cold air. I tugged on the two strings on my hoodie, forcing my soaked jacket to give me a tight hug. I clenched onto my microphone and practically yelled at the camera. It was like my mouth was being constantly filled with salt. At full speed the wind went at my cameraman which made him unsteady. He tried to hide his fear, but his eyes said it all.

It finally came. The second thing we feared the most. I ripped out my earpiece which had bugged me since the start. The static was just too much. After I did that I saw the faces of my crew scrunch up. I also noticed the red light that indicates we’re recording had disappeared. A deep sigh escaped my mouth. In this type of weather we should have expected that our connection to the news company would eventually cut.

The crew became frantic and started a search for something that might help. My cameraman remained calm and yanked something out from the trunk of our van. It took quite a while for him to get what he wanted since the crew were also searching through the van. The thing my cameraman picked out was a portable generator. Sadly it wouldn’t turn on. It drowned.

The head of the crew, Michael, shouted for everyone to calm down. He pulled out a big black box while I zipped another jacket and covered my microphone with my right arm. Michael placed an antenna on top of the van and played around with some wires. Suddenly the red light flashed on and I was on with my words once again. In a blink of an eye the antenna flew off the van and straight into the water. We were back at the start.

After a few minutes a light bulb appeared on the top of my head. If our connection is lost here, then what would it be like somewhere else? I thought to myself. After talking to the crew we set off. After 20 - 25 minutes we came to a stop. Michael said that there should be a connection around here. We all went out and I got ready to yell. The red light popped up and in no time we finished our part for the news.

Even though we had a rough time it was an experience I can add to my life. The floods level never stayed the same and the falling buildings that were hit by the voracious wind. A few of my crew did get injured but they still worked hard, which I was very thankful for. They could have been cowards yet they strived to give people their long awaited news. However we were lucky that no one was swept away besides the antenna.

Evil Twin

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The sky was a soft shade of blue with white foam floating across it. I peered out the transparent box on my wall, tippy toeing so that I could get a better view. Unfortunately it all took a turn when I saw my sister Mikayla’s friends out on the pavement waiting for her. Mikayla changed a lot since she met them, she was always playful, open minded and kind but not anymore. They have some sort of name for their group. One time my grandparents spotted them using spray cans to graffiti our neighbors fence.

Then suddenly a lightbulb appeared in my head. I knew exactly what to do. I trotted down the stairs and passed my parents room finally arriving at Mikayla’s door.

“I guess it wouldn’t be too hard to talk to her, right? She obviously wouldn’t tell her friends to beat me up…right?” I whispered to myself. “Stop speaking nonsense! It’s simple. Just walk in, talk, and leave.”

I softly tapped Mikayla’s white wooden door and turned the knob slightly. A tiny gap was revealed however in an instant I was smacked in the face with a horrible stench, I screwed up my nose and walked into the room. Mikayla lifted herself off her bed and put out her left hand, motioning me to leave. I reminded her about how she used to be as well as all the good memories we’ve had. But it failed, her face was completely blank. Next thing I knew Mikayla was trying to shove me out of her room, I tried to resist yet failed. I also tried to speak with her friends but it was the same thing, it was like they were using telepathy to connect with each other.

There was still one option left. While Mikayla was out with her friends I started up a conversation with my parents. I too reminded them of the old Mikayla however this time I went into detail, which made my parents waterworks go off. After my long speech I stared into my parents teary eyes. I felt as though I needed to make them laugh,

“Also, I think Mikayla has a dead fish in her room. It reeks in there,” I giggled. My parents both laughed.

“I know, but I took care of it yesterday. It was just some rotten bananas,” said my mum. Then they both nodded saying that they’ll talk to her later. After about an hour Mikayla returned home. I was upstairs on my bed peacefully listening to music when suddenly my door swung open. There stood Mikayla with a furious look on her face. A big lump formed in my throat when I saw Mikayla walk towards me. It was like the world stopped spinning. She finally got to the edge of my bed and lifted her right hand. I shut my eyes. I waited for the pain but instead was embraced with a hug. Still dumbfounded about Mikayla’s action, the shoulder where Mikayla’s head laid became damp, my eyes softened as I pulled away and asked her what happened. Turned out that she never wanted to be friends with them nor do the things they asked. They used her for her money and Mikayla knew that but she was too afraid to confront them. She did gather up the courage to, which was the reason of her meeting up with them. Now she’s started to be more, well, social.