Lost in the Confusing Woods
Mina Wong, Group 2: Fiction, International Christian School
xcitement seemed to run through my veins as my footsteps crunched on the leaf
infested trail. Three
more footsteps accompanied mine. My sister, Gianna, as cute as a five year old can be, walked to my
right. My parents slowly crunched behind us. Gianna, as young as she is, soon became tired, and I
lifted her onto my shoulders. Wrapping her pudgy, little hands in my wavy, blond hair, (that went
quite well with my electric blue eyes…or so the girls say) she held on tight.
As we trudged through the forest, the sun streamed through the leaves and seemed to particularly
shine on a great white bird that soared above our heads. It had great, majestic wings, nicely accompanied with
beady, black eyes that shone in the midday sun. With great excitement, I called to my parents and pointed at the
strange bird. Astonished, we looked up at the wondrous creature and followed it as if in a trance. Then the bird
disappeared into the horizon. Waking up from our memorisation, we quickly realised we were lost.
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Horrified, we stopped dead in our tracks. We looked around desperately searching for the trail. Gianna
whimpered, “Are we lost?” All of a sudden, she started screaming and bawling. When she started kicking, I had
no choice but to put her down. We wandered around straining our eyes looking for the trail. I thought I
recognized a few trees, but in my desperate state, I couldn’t think straight. Slowly, we found bits and pieces of
garbage everywhere. My brain did super slow calculations. If there’s garbage everywhere that means people
were once here. A spark of hope shone in my heart.
At around midday, we walked around when Gianna spotted a trail in a distance. We raced towards it in the
sunlight. All of us longed for our home. We reached the path and my heart leaped with joy as if I just
accomplished climbing the whole great wall.
In an instant, Gianna almost barrelled straight through a glass wall, blocking the rest of the path, and with it,
the rest of our hope. The wall seemed to stretch for thousands of miles up, down, left, and right. On it a sign
said “Trail gone, under severe construction for the next month”. The horrible thing was that it was just the start
of the month.
I seemed to have just fallen off the wall. I crumpled to the ground and let out a cry of dismay. Mom
hugged me and we sat there as the sun seemed to touch the earth. When I finally settled down, we got up and
set off looking for another trail. We couldn’t find anything and it was getting dark. Shivering, we all stayed
close as we wandered across the deep, dark forest. Exhausted, we all hustled forwards blinded by the leaves.
Slowly but surely, we started noticing minor similarities to our original path. I noticed the poisonous berry bush
Gianna tried to eat from. Also the familiar scratch marks we accidentally made on the trees.
Slowly, we followed the path until we found something unfamiliar, a junction. Having the choice of left or
right, the answer was simply ini-mini-miny-mo. My finger landed on the path on the right. Our eyes locked on
the dirt road, we moved on. Cautiously, we went along the path to the right until we finally caught a glimpse of
civilization. Everything was perfect…except for one thing…nothing looked familiar.
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