Disaster Strikes at the P.E.S Picnic.

The camera was hanging around my neck. I captured a picture of Pt England School walking down to the reserve for the annual PES Picnic. The sky was grey and I thought that our fun day was going to be cancelled.

I ran up to Rita. Her bag was dangling off of her shoulder. She was walking with our fellow friends. Our lunch spot was coming up. The trees covered the grass and made it a very cool spot. Rita and I threw our bags on the prickly, dry grass and ran to the beautiful beach. “ What's that in the water?” I was worried. It looked like something was moving in the sea.

The great, big creature emerged from the water, screeching and its huge hands slapping the water. Everyone ran screaming and calling for help. Ashleigh, Taamai and Jasmine were the unlucky ones. They were swallowed by the beast and didn’t make it to the grass fields. “ AHHHHHHHH!!” My friends were gone.

I was filled with rage. My eyes had spotted a sword on the deck. I sprinted as fast as I could and drove the weapon into the creatures heart. It fell into the water, blood spilling into the salty sea. The monster was dead. I had saved the day. “ Shoal. You saved the day!” Everyone was running to me, thanking me for what I had just done.

2 weeks passed. The families of Taamai, Jasmine and Ashleigh held funerals for the 3 that got eaten at the Pt England Reserve. The monster was still sitting in the water. It was beautiful ceremony where each one of the family members got to put a sword into the beast to remember their loved ones. They looked like tooth picks stabbed in the breathless monstrosity.