Lost in the Tsunami
A story from Embleton Primary School, Y4
inspired by the classroom activities found on the Education
Sarah shivered. She was high up in a coconut tree. There was a knot inside
her belly. As the thunder growled in the distance water dripped onto Sarah’s
‘Mum, dad! Mum, dad, where are you?’
The last thing Sarah remembered was being on the bright sunny beach with
her family. Then a big wall of water smacked down like a house falling.
Now she looked around to see where she was and almost nothing was standing.
What had happened to her house? Where were her parents? Sarah wondered
what had happened to them. She wanted to know if they were dead or alive.
She knew she had to locate them.
‘I need to know where they are’, she said in a whispering
Sarah decided to try and climb down from the tree. It was a high coconut
tree and the branches were slippery. She moved her leg.
She saw it was bleeding. Sarah held onto the branch. Her hand slipped.
She fell. Slowly Sarah got up and noticed that her clothes were torn.
She shouted for her mum and dad again but there was still no reply.
Sarah stood at the bottom of the tree, she could smell coconuts. As she
started walking she could taste the salty sea in the air. Her bare feet
touched the smooth sand. She heard a noise from the other side of the
beach. It sounded like her mum and dad but there was no-one there.
Slowly, Sarah walked in the direction of her house and worried about what
she would find. Ahead she could see what was left of her white house.
She tiptoed nearer and slowly opened the sodden door. It smelt putrid.
Wallpaper hung from the walls. Her chair was floating in the water, her
bed had tipped over and all her toys were missing. She turned round and
saw a shadow on the wall. For a moment she thought it was her parents
but when she went to have a look it was just a heap of bricks.
‘I hate Tsunamis!’ cried Sarah. She clenched her fists together
because the water had destroyed her home and taken her family. She felt
so angry she kicked the door of her old bedroom and ran out of the house.
As Sarah dashed outside she bashed into Mr Longwell-Green who was Sarah’s
next door neighbour. They talked about Sarah’s parents and then
Mr Longwell-Green started to tell Sarah about his daughter. When the wave
came he had tried to hold onto her hand but their hands were so wet that
it slowly slipped away. She screamed and was washed away by the strong
current and he never saw her face again.
Mr Longwell-Green decided to try and find Sarah’s parents with her.
He suggested that they should go to the hospital to see if they were there.
Sarah walked sluggishly down the road to the hospital. When she got there
she could smell infected open wounds and heard people shouting and screaming
in pain. She noticed that there were little drops of sick and blood all
over the place.
Sarah ran down all the corridors searching for her parents. She was huffing
and puffing by the time she got to the last corridor. She looked at every
bed but still couldn’t find them. She prayed that they were there
She turned suddenly and couldn’t believe that her mum and dad were
in front of her. She ran over to them and gave them both a huge hug. As
she held onto them the Sun came out of the clouds. She was so happy that
she had found her family. Sarah looked up and saw Mr Longwell-Green. He
was pleased that Sarah was with her parents but felt sad that he would
never see his little girl again. Outside, a family of monkeys was staring
up at the calm blue sky. He wondered if his daughter was peaceful now.
Written by Year 4, Embleton Primary School and inspired by Tara’s
Tree House Writing Workshop with Claire Williamson – 25/1/05