It all started on a boring Saturday during Golden Week. All my friends went to fantastic beaches and we stayed at home because my dad was on a business trip and my mum thought it would be unfair to go without dad. I thought THIS was unfair but who listens to me?
I had a sunburn and so we were not allowed to go to the cool pool. My sister had the great idea to teach me how to play chess. Usually I really don’t like playing board games with her because she always beats me. But there was nothing else to do…
So we started and unbelievable I was extraordinary good. I had a great plan in my mind and every thing went well but out of a sudden she shouted excitedly: CHECKMATE!!!
CHECKMATE!
This word thundered in my head. I heard so much more than this word: I am much better than you, I am much better in math, I am better in art, I have much more friends, everybody likes me, I am the better athlete, I am not afraid of anything, I am the house captain and you will always be my stupid tiny little shy brother.
My thoughts went like a roller coaster and I was getting so furious. I grabbed Amélie´s queen off the board and threw
the queen like a bullet to her head. I was out off my mind. The queen bounced off her head and crashed into the wall:
BOOM!!!!!!
Murder in the Dining Room
What did I do? Amélie starred in horror and a headless queen rolled around the floor. I murdered the queen but thanks god Amélie´s head was still at the right position.
I ran into my room and locked the door. I felt so guilty. I hurt my sister and I broke my dad’s favorite game. What should I do now? I wanted to disappear. Sadly I couldn’t call a wizard that can make things undone. I needed to fix the problem by myself. First I went to my sister to apologize. In situations like this she is really better than me. She always accepts my apologies and isn’t mad anymore.
She helped me to look for the missing head but unfortunately we couldn’t find it. Finally I had a great idea. I went to the garden and got a piece of wood. I sat down for hours and tried my very best to grave a new head for the queen.
At the end I glued it onto the body and painted the head white. With a black pen I carefully drew two eyes, a nose and a mouth. I had fixed the queen. Now she looked something between an alien and a turtle with a human body.
But I didn’t care. This ugly, little queen should always remind me not to loose my mind when I am getting angry.
I should always carry her in my pocket.
Frédéric, P3