Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 140

to the other tree!” I loudly whisper again. “I-I’m scared Saanvi” Prisha said quietly. Everyone was finished
swinging and Prisha was the only one left. Prisha was shaking. She grabbed onto the vine and swung.
“AAGH!” she screamed. BANG! A gunshot. Prisha’s head slammed flat on the floor, blood bulging out of
her chest. I couldn’t think, we had to go. We all ran as fast as we could. I thought about what I did. I
couldn’t believe it. My best friend is DEAD, because of me.
We soon settled down and had some water and bread. We started walking again. It was hard work but we
were determined. Hours past and I could see a brick wall. We all had to help each other get past it. I saw
some lights and buildings. Startled, I realised it was my home. I just stared. I wanted to be in Mama’s arms
eating her homemade curry. A tear ran down my face. What I’m looking at is India, my home where I live.