By Gabriela, the first grade student
of SMPN BERNAS Pangkalan Kerinci.
Editor: Rita Endriyani, S.Pd.
Hi,
I’m Grace Morgan. I study in Junior International School. There is a forest
near my school. In the forest, there is a small river that we usually call
“River of Death”, and beside the river there is a cottage and the son who has an
ugly face. We call him “confuse son”.
Every son who plays in the river will surely drown. But confusedly, there is
much blood in that cottage. Firstly the color of the rivers is brown, and
suddenly it becomes blue, and then changes again to brown. “Let’s search what’s
going on there”. I say. “Come on” says my friends together. On Sunday we spy
what’s the son doing?’’. But we don’t see the son today. “Maybe he tries to
find the new one” I say. When we come in to the cottage, suddenly he is over
there, and then we yell and go out soon. When I look back, he is drinking red
water. “Guys, he is gosh. I see him drinking red water. “Really??” ask my
friends. We decide to come back to the cottage, and we still see the son drinks
red water. We try to brave and ask him, “What are you drinking? Is that
blood?”, and then he replies “who says this is blood, this is strawberry
juice”. Briefly, gosh story in that cottage is not true, and now they are
friend with the son.
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