A HORRIBLE MOMENT IN MY
LIFE
I remember
that day as if it was yesterday. There was sunshine and the perfect temperature
to swim in the pool. In the morning, it seemed like it would be a fabulous day.
Beside, Barça was playing against Manchester United in the final of the
Champions League. Everybody thought that the Catalan team was the favourite to
win the trophy. All things indicated that day would be fantastic and
unforgettable. Unfortunately, it was like this.
The bad part
began after lunch. I was full because my family and I ate an enormous paella. I
would have preferred not to eat that last plate of paella… After a half an hour, I was feeling like a
seal out of the water. I felt very lazy and I just wanted to sleep. So I went
to my room, I closed the door and I lowered the Venetian blinds to keep the
sunlight out of the room. I had a very satisfactory cat nap.
When I got up,
nobody was at home; it was about 6 o’clock so I didn’t care about that. The
most probable was that they had gone out for a walk. After I came to understand
that this wasn’t possible. It was impossible because, as very late, they always
came back before half past seven and it was exactly eight o’clock. I started to
be afraid, maybe someone had attacked them, or even worse, they were in a car
accident! I was confused; I didn’t know what to do… I tried to contact them but
their phones were off. Every second the situation was becoming more worrying
and tense… It was about quarter to nine. So I was starting to feel hungry
again. It was impossible that they didn’t come back home, my mother had to
prepare dinner! Something really wrong was happening
I couldn’t
wait any more and I decided to go to the street to find some information or
hints about where they could be. When I was opening the door I heard an
incredible noise that made me scream of terror. It was a gunshot! I was frightened
stiff; I nearly fell to the floor. I closed the door as fast as I could. I just
could not wait I was petrified due to the terror. Someone had shot a gun!
Maybe, someone had killed my family! I was extremely scared. I was shocked, I
couldn’t move any muscles. The only thing that I did was begging. I was crying
bitterly, nobody could console me. I stayed two hours like this, and there was
no answer from my family.
Finally, I
decided that I should be a man and I bit the bullet. I went directly to the
entrance door. I wanted to know who had killed my family, I had to be brave,
not a coward! My idea was firm, but it changed drastically when I saw the knob jiggling.
Someone was trying to enter!
I ran as fast
as I could into my room. I hid myself in the wardrobe and I prayed to God. I
heard footsteps; they were going to my room! I held my breath…
Someone opened
the wardrobe and I screamed. This person got scared too.
Then he began to laugh. It was my father, I couldn’t understand anything! He
was alive, but why didn’t they come back earlier? It was 12 o’clock!
After I got
recovered from the shock, my father explained to me that they were watching
Barça football match in a pub. They won and everybody was very happy. Then I
realised that the noise that I heard before wasn’t a shot, it was a firework
that marked the beginning of the match.
JOAN OLLER
1r BATX B
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