I threw the wool blanket that was on me. It landed on the floor right after it scratched against my face. I trudged outside, while the cold air nipped at my nose and ears. I didn't have time to put on my parka, and your body doesn't react as quickly in -30 degree weather.
My toes and face were frozen once I got to the boat dock. It was about a block away from our cabin. I was just about to get into the boat when my foot slipped, and then, everything went black.
When I woke up, it was either late at night or early in the morning. But I wasn't concerning myself with that. Where am I? Oh no..the boat!I thought about what I had done, and what I didn't do. And even if I had got to the boat in time, how would I be able to save my whole village with one boat? I couldn't have done anything, but I couldn't help but feel like this was partially my fault. I looked around to see that I was in a jail cell. I hadn't noticed before. How could I have? My whole family just died, on my birthday. I started to feel sick, I leaped from the cot I was on, and vomited on the metal tray next to me. After I was done, I cried. I cried until my eyes hurt, and I threw up again. How could this happen to me? What did I do to deserve it? These questions reeled through my mind over and over again. I decided that it was an accident, and a fire just burst out and no one could do anything. It was the closest thing to comfort as I could get. The farthest thing from my fault that I could think of. And after this incident, I thought that it was perfectly normal to try not to cry, but it was hard not to. To prevent myself from thinking about it any more, I lay my head down, back on the hard and uncomfortable cot. And fall asleep. Wishing to be in my mother's arms again, or at least surrounded by my scratchy wool blanket.
Wow! it was interesting that Rapunzel's name connects the the northern stars, and I liked how you made another twist off of a story like this.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very depressing piece. It was very emotional and well-written. I have one question though. Is when she is in jail is it like when Repunzel was in the tower?
ReplyDeleteI like the way you did this. It's interesting about the definition of Rapunzel's name. You wrote this well, and I like how you described how your character was feeling.
ReplyDelete@Jack: Thank you! I thought that that was kind of interesting too.
ReplyDelete@Meg: Good job Meg! I am trying to figure out how someone is going to save her, and I am trying to figure out what she longs for. I think that she should just long for her family. But I still don't know how she is going to get them back. :/ Oh well, but yes. When she is in jail that represents when Rapunzel was in the tower.
@Nicole: I think that I should do more research when I write. Add more facts than fiction. But I'm glad that everyone liked it! Thanks!
Wow, nice job. Its depressing and creative at the same time! It's depressingly creative... or creatively depressing...
ReplyDelete@Evan: Umm..Thanks? Haha.
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