S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
The next day Julian was bouncing around, full of energy. ‘So, how do you feel?’ asked Fred. Suddenly there was a faint
‘BANG’ in the distance, followed by someone shouting an order. The boys were already on their feet, desperately
trying to keep their distance. Their pursuers were gaining on them quickly.
‘Agghh!’ The noise was deafening and made the boys stop in their tracks. Something was wrong: the hunters surely
would have had metal armour, and would not have been so careless.
‘Got you!‘
Julian whipped around and found himself face to face with a bulky man towering above him. The man’s colossal
hand seized him. Julian began screaming for help, even though he knew it would be futile. POW! Julian was sent to
the ground by a striking blow and the last thing he saw was Fred struggling helplessly.
‘Wake up!’ Fred sleepily looked around and saw Julian tied to a pillar. He had a sudden urge to save him and get out
of there. ‘Well!’ said a gruff voice. Fred span around and saw a grumpy man wearing baggy clothes; his hair was in
a crew cut. Fred understood that this man wasn’t kidding, and he got up and out of the room surreptitiously. He
walked into a room with loads of different weapons scattered across the floor. Then Fred suddenly realised he was
going into the slave room!
‘Fred!’ Fred spun around, expecting to see Julian, but there was nothing but guns. ‘In here,’ grunted the man.
Fred cautiously followed him into the cold murky depths of the room. Fred was pushed and he stumbled into the
everlasting darkness. ‘Julian,’ Fred called out, even though he knew it was going to be futile. Now he knew that he
had changed his feelings for Julian. He was going to get out of that gloomy wreck of a house with Julian, and if he
didn’t he would die in the attempt …
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