Sweet Revenge
By Klifford
-Author’s Note-
In the early 1942, the Filipinos and the Americans ought against
theJapanese. Guns and bombs were everywhere. Filipinos starved as
they hid in their house and in underground shelters. There were dogfights
in the skies. Japanese burnt down houses in villages.
My grandfather hid in a house with his friends. Also, they hid behind
tree trunks and watched as the planes destroyed each other. Japanese
soldiers travelled by train. They pass by my grandfather’s house. He saw
other villages burn in flames.
“One…Two…Three!” I counted as quietly as possible. Once I said three, my three
friends and I threw all six coconuts we had, and then jumped off the slow moving train. The
train was about three meters high so when I jumped down my ankle started to ache. I
turned and looked back noticing that the handle was turning down. I saw a soldier.
“Run to my house, now!” I yelled at my friends.
“Hey!” the soldier shouted in a deep voice. Glancing back, the soldier bolted as he
chased us. I sprinted as fast as I could but my legs were killing me. I looked back again and
saw that the soldier was gaining distance. Now my heart was suddenly pounding so fast
and so solid, that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I heard him getting closer.
Uh-‐oh I thought. Suddenly I felt a hand smashing my head like someone threw a coconut
straight to my skull; I lost my balance. I hit the ground and slid, rubbing the left side of my
face against the dry sand, scraping a thin layer of my cheek.
“Ow!” I yelled as my face burned. Japanese are idiots I shouted in my head. I heard
several footsteps and my friends helped me up and carried me home.
“Bert, are you ok?” one of my friends asked as he helped me. I couldn’t speak
because of pain but my friends and I still headed towards the house. As we got to the door
we had to slow down because the door was about one and a half meters high. My friends
struggled to the stairs as they carried me. We kept on going side ways, bumping the walls.
We passed my parents room slowly and then we eventually reached my room. They put me
gently on my bed and they brought me some Band-‐Aids.
“Thanks,” I said, as they left silently, leaving me by myself. I put the Band-‐Aids on my
left eyebrow.
As I heard another train passing by, I quickly grabbed my pillow and put it aside,
under it, a slingshot was placed. I took the oak-‐tree made slingshot and held its smooth
handle. Looking for a rock to use seemed forever. Finally, I found and grabbed a rock as big
as a table tennis ball, placed it on the shooter and then aimed at the window of the train. I
clenched my face, and started to get more infuriated. As I stretched the rubber shooter, it
was getting tenser every second. When I couldn’t pull it anymore, I let go of the shooter,
still aiming at the person by the window. The rock rapidly Slew in the air. Since the train
was slowing down I had an excellent chance to hit the person.
“C’mon,” I murmured. Just when I Sinished speaking, the rock hit the person in the
head, right beside his eyebrow and bounced out of the window. Dark, red blood oozed out
of his wound and down to his cheek. I ran and went behind my bed hoping that he didn’t
see me. I put my hands on my mouth and stayed silent.
“Ahhh!” he roared, “who dares to hit me in the face?” I managed to smile from the
corner of my mouth. Headshot! I shouted in my head, as I held up my clenched Sist.
“Sweet revenge!” I whispered.
What was your great experience?
When World War 2 occurred.
What happened then?
Americans and Japanese fought.
Where were you?
My house or in the underground shelter hiding.
What did you see?
I saw planes shooting each other, trains with Japanese that were sending food
to
their fellow Japanese people.
What were you doing?
Whenever a train comes we always readied our coconuts and throw it at the
Japanese. I also watched dog@ights beside a tree for protection.
I learned that my family is brave and smart. This project helped me understand that my family is brave which helps me understand why I am brave at times. Doing this project is important because it helped me know my family better. I found this project challenging because I challenging to describe the scene
and add sensory details.
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