Junior School Magazine - Edition 5 (June 2018)

T he U nexpected R ide !

As Ms Watson quietly waited in the dim light of the hospital, a flow of worry surrounded her…. The door to the operating theatre gently opened and out came a rather tall surgeon. He had a solemn look on his face. “I am dreadfully sorry Ms Watson, but your brother Tom Watson has unfortunately passed away during the operation.” He informed her. “You see, the bullet in his voice box was too deep,” declared the surgeon. A dark blanket of grief covered her face as the surgeon reported this. Ms Watson was a gorgeous blonde young woman and always had hope but her face was now completely covered in sadness. TEN YEARS LATER Rob was driving home late from work in his silver ute. Suddenly, bad luck struck him as he ran out of petrol. The ute slowly, slowed down and led to a stop. “What shall I do?” thought Rob. Then, out of nowhere, Rob heard a voice that was unfamiliar and a particularly high pitched sound saying, “I can give you a ride.” Slowly, out of the dim twilight, Rob glimpsed a dark blue Toyota. Cautiously, Rob approached the car and inside was a man in a white suit with pale skin. “My name is Tom Watson and I can give you a ride to the petrol station.” The mysterious man suggested, in his extremely high pitched voice. So off they drove to the petrol station. After they eventually got to the petrol station, Rob realised that he had left his wallet in his car. Tom kindly said, “Here, you can use my money,” and so Rob did. Rob was so thankful of this offer that he said, “please Tom give me your phone number and email address so I can return the money I owe you.” Tom agreeably wrote both his email address and phone number on a notepad and signed his signature at the bottom. Rob did not want to forget that he owed Tom money and was keen to return it. Rob tried to phone and email Tom but the phone number had been disconnected and the email address seemed incorrect. Rob was very surprised by this but was determined to find the man who had been so kind to him. Eventually, Rob was so persistent, he appeared on television to find the mysterious man. As the broadcast aired on TV, two children named Bella and Jack saw the story. “Wait a minute! Doesn’t that sound like our Uncle Tom that died 10 years ago, Jack?” questioned Bella. “Yes, I think it is, let’s go and tell mum right away.” Suggested Jack. Ms Watson came rushing into the room after hearing the children. “NO! It can’t be,” cried Ms Watson, “it’s impossible!” Ms Watson dashed to the telephone to contact Rob immediately. Two hours later, they had scheduled lunch at a café called, Monte’s Café. Ms Watson was shocked as she explained, “Yes, his signature is identical to the one on your notepad.” However, Rob went on to say, “He had a very high pitched voice.” Ms Watson shook her head, “No, no his voice was very deep,” then she paused, “but he did die by getting shot in the voice box,” Ms Watson revealed. Well, I wonder if he will come back again…

Emily Nickels Year 5P

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