Rory Elrick Age 11 Autobiography Hi. Who’s even mad enough to read this? My name’s Rory. Rory Elrick, in fact, and I’m going to be telling you the story of me falling into a bush. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Me falling into a bush is a pretty lame story. But actually, it’s more than just me falling into a bush. It’s also about how small one person is in the entire world. Pretty cool, eh? So, I suppose I’d better get started then, before class finishes and I have to go to maths. 1 x 798 = 798 2 x 798 = 1596 3 x 798 = 2394 Oh sorry, I wonder where my mind will get to next? Well, I’d better begin. One… two… three… back to 1998. WHOOOOOOSH!! OK. It was 2pm, time to go home. I was at nursery, you see. On Crow Road, near the ice cream shop. My dad was coming to pick me up any minute. There he was with a big brown jacket and great new blue jeans. He came in and said, ‘Hi, Rory.’ ‘Hi Daddy,’ I replied. Then he smiled and said, ‘Time for ice cream with sauce and a flake.’ I said ‘Bye!’ to my nursery mates. we started walking out. On my way, I passed the rainbow paintings on the wall. Mine was grey with BLUE and the RED and the YELLOW and the BLACK and the GREEN. Outside, the sun was shining and there was a big blue sky. The grass on the other side of the road was sparkling in the sunlight. A colourful blur of cars whizzed by as we walked down Crow Road, past lots of houses. We arrived at the ice cream shop. The man behind the counter greeted us. I asked for a 99 cone with raspberry sauce. My Dad ordered a vanilla ice cream wafer. He paid and we walked out. We were crossing past Jordanhill train station. The BP garage was just across the road. We crossed over aty the traffic lights. STOP. LOOK. LISTEN. LIVE. On the other side, I said, ‘Daddy, can I jump up on the wall?’ ‘OK,’ he said. So I jumped up on the wall (with his assistance, of course). I was so happy. I was with my Dad, it was a really sunny day ad I was eating an ice cream. It was a great day, but then I lost my balance a little. My feet slipped. One second I was on the wall having a great time. The next I was rushing and flushing and banging and clanging through the big bush at the corner of Abbey Drive and Crow Road. The only colours I could see were GREEN, GREEN, GREEN, GREEN. And blue. Wait. Hold on a minute. SCREECH! A second ago all I could see was green but now I am seeing blue. Confusing. Anyway. I could feel a hand grabbing me. Strong fingers wrapped around mine. He was lifting me up through the big bush. He brought me back to the world above. It was exactly at this moment that I realised something for the first time (this is the moral of my story, by the way). The world isn’t such a good place after all. There is evil on this planet too. You know, when you’re walking along with an ice cream, with your Dad and you think nothing can go wrong, but it can. There are bad things in the world. Like terrorist organisations and poverty. But there are also good things. Like love and friendship. So, in this world, for every good person, I suppose it’s like they have an evil twin. A doppelganger. But remember. Things that scare us should only make us stronger. |
