Hurt By: Rona
Ohno! Were almost there! The old and shabby truck moved, NO! Oh. What did I do! I didn’t want to go to rice plant cutting! I shouldn’t have told mom that I wanted to go! Nooo! I thought to myself. This is me about 3 years ago in the season of spring, still didn’t know that much. That day, I went to a workshop that you get rice from the farm that is located in a city in Japan called Saitama. Normally I go to the workshop with my friend Remi, so I was so lonely. Because everything went right when I was with Remi. I felt like something bad was coming this way. When we arrived, I felt a little bit sick. The 1st graders ran off the bus before the teachers could say a single thing. “Wai….“ the teachers said. And they ran off to catch the children. Few minutes later, the teachers finally got the children and we went to the farm. We walked and walked and finally we went to the farm! The teachers said, “ Please get your gloves and go to your teachers.” So everyone did. Finally we are going to get some rice! I’m so sad! The farm looked pretty nice because there were lots of fresh and kind of smell of a dirt. I saw that there were lots of rice that weren’t cooked and, no offence, but it was kind of dirty in the little shabby houses next to the farm. I walked around the grass very slowly and squeezing my gloves to death. And went on to work. Actually, rice plant cutting was kind of fun. (I said kind of! ) But the problem was that there were so many spiders out there! I couldn’t believe it! Each time I saw a spider, I just paused. There were big ones and small ones and even teeny tiny ones. But luckily, I didn’t see a tarantula. Feuf! That was so scary! Some of the other students screamed. I think they saw a spider. I thought. And headed on to work again. After we ate lunch, we started getting rice again. It was resting time when 2 girls were playing with a long and dangerous stick. They were swinging it back and forth. I was wandering around not looking at the girls. Suddenly I felt myself bumping into something in the neck. I also felt myself bleeding. I looked next to me. I heard the girls
Hurt gasping and looking at me with their mouth wide open and holding the stick tight and froze. They looked up at me like I was a giant monster. Ow! What did I bump into? Is it that long stick or is it something else? I thought. I looked at the little girls again. They stepped back one step and then the second step. I touched my neck again. Now it felt like there was a bruise and a cut on my neck. When I looked around, The girls ran away. Without telling the teachers, which was really dumb, I sighed and went back to the farm. That day, I didn’t tell the teachers. I didn’t tell my parents. It was a secret that I kept for myself and never told any one. But only myself. P.S It looked like this: And this is the type of tool I used.