The Boy’s Migration
Amina Beg, Group 2: Fiction, Peak School
enbeno Hao. That is a mixture of Chingolian or should I say Mongalanese? My name is Arslan Wong.
My name means Lion King. Doesn’t it sound curious? Can you guess where my name comes from?
Yes, no or maybe so? I am half Mongolian and half Chinese. Half of my ancestors built the Great Wall
of China and the other half tried to sabotage the Wall. This book you’re reading is about my life from
the beginning to a new start. This is how it all started.
Dad and Mum started fighting about something that I couldn’t understand. “This is serious” I said
to my pet gerbil (Kat) who lives in my pocket. Suddenly the whole house went on mute, no one was talking. It
was like a frozen moment. Then the house went back to normal. Isn't that strange? When I saw dad’s expression
on his face, it looked miserable. Even mum looked worried. Dad coughed and turned towards mum signalling
something. After that weird moment dad said, “Arslan we’ve been thinking (pause)”, “That we will be moving”.
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My face dropped.
“
Where?” I said, with fear mixed with surprise in my voice.
“
China”, said mum acting that she was in a happier mood.
“
So we are leaving Mongolia?” I said, rather quickly than I normally speak.
I just went bonkers. I screamed at the top of my voice, so high that no sound came.
Quite high pitched I told myself.
I was sent to my room. I was very upset by the dreadful news mum and dad had spat out to me. I was
thinking about school, about all the good and wonderful things we’ve done here, leaving all my friends behind.
What was I going to say to my friends? Light bulb! I came up with an idea...
Help guidelines.
Start off with a cool conversation
Then gradually build up to the point of the story.
Lastly end with like “oh I’ll send you a postcard” thing, REMEMBER make it cheerful.
Let’s fast forward. I wake up, force my eyes open and ask myself, “Where am I? Am I in Mongolia or
China?”
Suddenly I remember. I’m in China. “Why is my brain in the past and not in the future” I mutter to myself.
I power on the computer in my head and feel like
www.confused.com
.
During the day we had to unpack, while I was unpacking and sorting out everything some weird familiar
pictures came out and I couldn’t tell who was who. Then I just remembered my friends all the good times we
had back in Mongolia. I wish I was back in Mongolia. I miss the buzz. The environment here is very different.
They use bamboo to construct skyscrapers. Quite strange how something so flimsy can build something so solid.
Anyway I should be grateful for what I have, not many people get to migrate to new countries.
Help guidelines:
1.
Act cool
2.
Try not to be scared.
When I stepped outside I saw people walking past and I saw people staring at me. I looked at their eyes and
I saw a reflection of me. I saw myself, the only one different looking with simple hair and pimples on my face.
Well I don’t have pimples, I was just joking. Everyone in this town had the very same eyes.
Mum and dad were discussing about old history back from mum’s side. I was whispering about the news to
Kat. Dad had to go somewhere “Very important”. I was beginning to get worried. What was dad needed for?
What is this all about? Why does he have to leave? I asked mum, “Will dad come back?” Mum just changed the
subject. I asked and asked her I was pleading for a trillion times. “Is dad coming back?” She just said started
crying and I gave her a massive hug. After 10 minutes she said “Dad has to work in the army for China and
God knows if he will survive the whole battle.” I was crying too.
The very next day, it was the last family time we had I just wished this moment would never happen. I wish
life wasn’t difficult.
Let me tell you what happened. It was really tough for my grandmother. She had a best friend she really
liked and they were like sisters.
Sadly there was a battle between Mongolia and China, but my grandmother was on the opposite side of the
battle. On my grandmother’s side their team’s secret weapon was the Great Wall. Ssh don’t tell anyone. When
my grandmother’s best friend went to fight she got shot by the Chinese army. But my grandmother did not
know.