My Treasure Box- Book

The village is bombed we have nowhere to go, running through houses trying not to panic. I am not safe. As I sense the smell of smoke drifting through my nostrils I am so petrified. Escaping from the enemy hearing children cry, what will I do next? As we were getting ready to leave the village, dad started to cough. I was worried, hoping it wasn’t my last time with him. We packed all our things as quickly as possible. As we hear the bombs explode non-stop. Blankets, pillows, clothes, we packed as many as we could, trying not to make anything heavy. We see people walking out, fleeing the village, we run to them and joined their group. As days pass by I realise that my father is becoming weaker and weaker. We all gathered together in an old small damp shed. Everyone starts resting and my father gets up and tells me that “you must be brave for both of us. Promise me you will keep this treasure safe”. “I promise” I said, and I gripped my father’s hand as he gives me a book of our people covered in a thick old cloth. I hold him close through the long night, knowing that he won’t wake up ever again. Wrapping my father in his favourite bed sheet we get ready to bury him. I stand speechless holding my father's treasure as everyone says their last goodbyes. I am happy that he doesn’t have to go through any more pain but I have no one else now. Walking away in despair feeling miserable I can hear my people telling me to leave the treasure box and hurry as they can hear the enemies coming our way. Standing in disbelief whether I should leave my suitcase or the treasure. My conscience is telling me to leave the treasure, but my heart is aching to take the treasure. I’ve made my decision I’m going to leave my suitcase. Walking for miles finding it hard to carry the box, my back aching and I’m suddenly starting to have sore feet. I start to look, to find a safe place to hide the treasure, I walk past a big linden tree. I bury it under the linden tree and there I hope to find it again. A decade later, I’m becoming very ill and sick. I am always thinking of my fathers treasure. I wonder if it is still there. I thought I should go back to get the treasure. I travelled back to the old village where I buried it. When I arrived at the village it looked unfamiliar and unique. I went to the old linden tree and there was a small cabin next to it. Walking towards it I see a little girl swinging on the tree. I told her that there was a special book buried under the tree. She helped me dig it up and when she saw that it was just a book she said “it’s just a stupid book.” I said that this book is a book of our people and it is rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver and greater than gold. I let her read some of the pages and as she was reading I cried because I just felt that I my dad was talking to me. Afterwards I decided to have a walk with her and then I went home, back to my old village. Waking up to another day in my old village I thought that I should go and return the treasure back to the library. As I walked into the library there was an old lady sitting in a wheelchair, she asked if she could see the book, as it looked familiar. I gave it to her and she said that this was her favourite book back in the olden days but when the library got bombed she was unable to find it. I left the library knowing that the book really was a treasure.

Father is sick!

Diary Entry 1 Father is Sick

As I lay down in the damp cold road with my father holding his warm tender hands. I fear for my father worried that is coming our way. As I let him go I feel weakened but I am hopeful. I know he's going to be in a better place now.

Diary Entry 2 The Burial Day

As I stand speechless holding my fathers treasure. My eyes search, I see the icy mud and soggy green grass surround my father. I sense the smell of my him as I take my last breathe around him. I just wished I could be with him and hug him one last time. I know he’s going to be in a better place now where he won’t be suffering anymore. As I am walking away I feel miserable. He was all that I had and now I just feel lost and lonely.

The Treasure Box!

In Drama Class today we had to write down how we were feeling and what was thoughts on this book called the 'Treasure Box.' It was about  villages being shot by their enemies. Here is what I wrote  about how I was feeling at the time.We had to write what we were smelling,thinking,hearing and how we feel  visulising the book in our heads.