Page 18

followed by hysterical laughing. I thought he went insane, I peeked over and then saw the plume of yellow coming towards us like a smoke stack from a slow train. “He’s not kidding!” I shouted. Confusion filled the trenches, and I soon realized that the cloud would fill the trenches too. The gas was so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, if you dared to stand in the gas cloud. I slowly began laughing, the sight of this cloud was anything but normal. But then a gust of wind blew the gas in our direction. The plume of yellow gas blasted forward, running over the field’s bumps and filling the shell craters in its way. It flew into the trench and men began screaming. As it hit me, my eyes began burning as if boiling water was poured in your eyes. My skin felt like it was peeling away. I clawed at my eyes, falling onto my back and splashed into the thick mud.I felt as if I were being pulled, the mud seemed to be sliding under me. I heard a door fly open. Then I was thrown forward, smashing into a bed. I cried in pain, as my entire body burned. I squinted through the pain, to see a brown stained wood floor. I looked up to see Robert shutting a door. Someone threw a cold, wet fabric over my eyes. The pain eased, and my burning eyes turned into a sting. I pulled off the fabric and looked at my arms. My pale, paperwhite arms were now splotched with horrific burns, and red, irritated skin. I gagged and almost threw up. “What is going on?” I asked through the agony. “Some yellow cloud got in our trenches!” Robert shouted over. I then realized they were trying to seal the cracks in the doors with blankets and pillows. I stood up and saw that they too, had horrific burns and gashes. “I’ll take over! You guys need to help yourselves!” I said, grabbing a blanket from the bed I had ruined and scrambled over. They backed off and treated their wounds. I crammed the blanket into a crack in the makeshift wooden door. I walked forward, rubbing my bright red arms. I slid down on the wall with my back pushing against it, until I was sitting. My legs raggedly laid straight out in front of me. I looked around the room. There was a small table, a number of beds, and chest of drawers. I assumed it was a bedroom, like mine, with a few posters and books. The room was silent, except when we groaned in pain. “Can we still play cards?” Robert said. “Shut up, it seems like all you care about are your stupid cards.” I snarled. “Can’t you lighten up!” Robert hollered “Both of you shut your bloody pipers!” Howard shouted. I sighed, and rubbed my temples, and thinking, how can Robert be that stupid? The room once again grew silent. I stood up, walked over to one of the mattresses that we stripped of its bedding. I set down my bag on the mattress and then lying down I rested my head on my bag. The matress let out a horrible creaking noise. I stared at the ceiling, which surprisingly was held up by nothing more than the earth that was

Profile for Sag Harbor Schools

Imagine - In Honor of John Lennon  

Literary Art Magazine Pierson Middle School Sag Harbor, New York May 13, 2019

Imagine - In Honor of John Lennon  

Literary Art Magazine Pierson Middle School Sag Harbor, New York May 13, 2019