It was a Saturday. The sun was shining and I was walking down to the drain at the edge of the College field. I was wearing my favourite black shorts and my old dark green t-shirt. I am tall for a ten year old and I have freckles, brown eyes and hair. My longish hair is getting sweatier as time goes by.
I get to the drain and I see duckweed, hear bird’s chirping and I smell mud!!! The water is calm and murky from the ducks. I put some bread in the water and then I wait for the fish to come and start eating it. When they start nibbling it, I grab the net 1and try to catch the small fish. I catch about five to ten fish with each scoop of the net. I end up with about 50 fish in my bucket and am ready to carry them back home in the heat.
Just as I am about to pick up my bucket I see a strange man, sneaking quietly and `placing something in the water. I wait a few minutes until he has gone then I go and check it out. I think he saw me before he left. I headed on over. When I got there I saw something poking out of the water… so I look a little bit closer. It was a treasure chest. I could try and get it with my net but it would snap so I had to think of a different way to do it. Luckily I had some rope with me so I tried to wrap it around the treasure chest. It took me a while to get it snagged on the chest. I tried to pull it up but I couldn't so I wrapped the rope around a tree and pulled and pulled it as hard as I could. Finally I got it unstuck so I reached and grabbed it by the handle when I got it up onto the bank I left it there for a little bit to drain. When it had drained I opened it and there was… NOTHING IN IT!?!?!? So I went back to my stuff to go home.
I soon realized that my epipen wasn’t there so I searched for a while but I couldn't find it so I decided to go home. When I got home I froze the fish to feed to my bigger fish. The next day I get a knock on the door so I go and see who it is. When I open the door I see a man that I don't recognise but also looks a little bit familiar. I look a little bit closer and I see my epipen. So I said “Is that mine?”
“Yes,” the man replied, “I have come to give it back. I realised that it was really important so I decided to give it back.
So it turns out that he is a nice man after all.
By Max Joynes
Great descriptive story Max!
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