The Bad Day Isaac Erickson

The Bad Day

One day, I was walking home from school with my friend, Bill. Then we saw someone driving Bill's dad's car. He told me he had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. I told him there was nothing to worry about.

When we got to my house, I went to my room to get my tackle box and my fishing pole. Then I met Bill back outside. Bill said to me, “George, my dad and his car aren’t here and he was done with work an hour ago.” And then he said, “When we were going home I saw them with my dad’s car at the docks.”

“So?” I said in a mad voice.

Bill responded, “So we should ride our bikes over there to see what’s going on.”

I said, “Fine. But we might have some time to fish right?”

“Right,” he said.

When we went to the docks, we saw the car. Bill whispered, “They're making a deal for the car.” And that was when they saw us.

The guy in the black shouted, “Get them!” We ran. Then Bill tripped and scraped his knee. I stopped to help him, but it was too late. And then they got me and Bill. The other guy in the red said, “Take them to the van.”

They put bags on our heads. We heard someone say, “This isn’t right.”

Then another voice said, “Yeah, but they're going to tell someone.”

“True, but they're obviously going to get the police involved,” said the driver.

“Stop the car,” said the other guy.

“No, are you crazy?” said the driver.

“Yeah, I guess I am crazy,” said the other guy.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to pull us over.”

Then we fell in a ditch. I heard Bill say, “Let's get out of here.”

Then I said to Bill, “A little part of my head is bleeding.”

“Ok,” he said. That’s when I heard footsteps coming towards us. I started to feel like my heart was about to pop out of my chest. Then I heard someone say, “Let's get the two of you home.”

We walked all the way home. Bill's dad was home, but his car was stolen. When I went home, I opened the door and my mom came up to me, started crying, and said, “My poor baby!” After that happened, I went to my room, lied down on my bed, and said to myself, “Well, that was a bad day.”

Isaac Erickson, Grade 4 Roseau Elementary School, Roseau Teaching Artist: Stephen Peters