Fiction Writing Summer Camp 2021

Six Months Later
How could I let my guard down like this? Look what I have gone and done now. Tied
to a railway track, legs, mouth and hands all bound. I tried to get my pen knife out of my
back pocket but the rope was too tight. Any second now a train would come speeding down
these tracks and there was no one around to help me.
Just great. I sighed as best I could with the rope around my mouth.
I brought my arms around to the front of me with great difficulty, and managed to
stand on the rope in a way that slowly ripped it.
Great, now I just need to free my feet.
I grabbed the knife out of my pocket and sliced the rope around both my feet and
mouth. I jumped up and ran to the exit.
I needed to get home. Mum and dad were going to kill me if I came home late again. I
hastily looked at my watch.
7:38pm. I needed to be home by 8pm.
I snuck through the back window, but just as I got in, I saw my mum standing there,
giving me her “serious” look.
“Johanna, you can’t keep coming home this late, I can’t keep making excuses for you
to your dad. Eventually you’ll have to tell him, I mean how many of your friends hide things
like this?”
“None,” I sighed dramatically. She said this nearly every time.
I woke up to birds singing…. I wished. Dad shouted at me to come down for breakfast.
Lovely. He can’t cook anything under any circumstance.. Of course, I’m not allowed to say
that to him though. I forced myself down the stairs, still dressed from last night.
“Morning,” I say politely, knowing that he won’t respond. We were never close. I went
to the kitchen to grab some of my favourite Reese’s chocolate cups and grabbed my bag to
head out the door.
“Bye,” I say with little enthusiasm.
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