Short Story

We had to write a short story in 500-600 words.


My Crazy Life My father and I lived in Tonga on a small farm with some farm animals to supply food and only lived 2km away from the best school. I had lots of friends and was very good at any sport I played but mainly focused on rugby, my mother died of cancer when I was 8. A guy knocked on our door while I was in bed, I overheard my dad and the guy talking. Most of it I couldn’t understand but I heard the worst news of my life. My dad is moving to America to work for a videography company and I couldn’t go with him, so I had to move to New Zealand. I was only 13 at the time and going to New Zealand by myself on a cargo ship was going to be really hard for me, especially after I found out my dad is moving to America. Finally I arrived in New Zealand and my aunt Kerry was waiting for me on the dock. Aunt Kerry drove me to her house in Akaroa. I didn’t talk the whole way because I didn’t know what to say. My first day of school was terrible, I didn’t know anyone except for my cousin Nick but he didn’t want to even look at me. For the rest of the week I sat on my own with everyone looking at me. My 4th week of school I finally found someone to hangout with at school, His name was Harry. For the next year I was still sad about my dad leaving, but Harry knew what I was going through and supported me for the rest of the year. Something terrible had happened, Harry had been hit by a car while he was walking to my house. I got told he was in the hospital, I went to see him but I got told he was not in good enough condition for visitors, so I went home and was sad all over again. Wondering if Harry will be alright I went for a run to clear everything from my mind. When I got back, it felt strange, no one was home and I started getting worried. I checked the skatepark looking for my cousin. He wasn't there, I then checked my aunt's work. She wasn’t there, now I was really concerned. The next day, I had missed a call from my cousin, if he is calling it must be bad. I called him back, no answer, I tried again still no answer. I rang the police and told them, “my aunt and cousin had been missing for the past 2 days and weren’t answering my calls”. The police officer responded, “what is your address we will be there in 15 minutes”. 15 minutes later the police officer arrived and started asking me questions, about when I saw them last. I said, “I saw them at about 3:45 pm yesterday before I went for my run and when I got back they were gone”. The next day the police had found my aunt and cousin. After 2 years my dad had got sick of his job and he came to New Zealand to pick me up and go back to Tonga, when he got here I was surprised because I didn’t know he was coming back. He stayed for a week and then we left to go back to tonga, We bought our house back and lived there happily ever after.