Historical Fiction - 6th grade, age 10
I have so many fun things to say and fun pictures to post from our Thanksgiving week.
For now, I'll post Kara's historical fiction piece on Pearl Harbor (since she already researched the subject, it was perfect timing). I am so impressed with that girl. <3
Caroline braided her hair and brushed her teeth. She was preparing for church. Caroline walked into her closet and picked out a dress. Right as she was about to change into it, a deafening blast rattled the windows. Caroline ran out of her closet and into her mother’s room.
“What’s happening?” she yelled over another blast. Her mother pointed out the window and Caroline saw that Japanese aircraft were bombing the ships. Caroline and her mother ran out the door and watched the bombs exploding a small distance from the shore about a mile from their neighborhood. Boom! Another ship shattered to splinters in a flaming ball of debris. Their neighbor’s dog was barking furiously as Caroline’s mother desperately tried to think of a way to protect them. Caroline watched in horror as a ship exploded. Then she realized.
“That’s the ship Papa works on!” gasped Caroline. She and her mother ran to the shore restlessly to try to find any survivors, and, if they’re lucky, Caroline’s father. A few crew members swam to shore.
“Have you seen Papa?” asked Caroline. Everybody shook their heads sadly before running off to try to help. Debris and broken guns floated across the water. Caroline watched before seeing a figure in the distance, swimming slowly toward shore. As the figure neared, her mother shouted, “It’s your Papa!”
Caroline practically leaped into the water to meet him as she ran through the shallow waters. She waded up to her knees, water penetrating her pajama shorts, as she hugged her wet father. He had a few cuts and splinters and a few bruises here and there from where planks of wood hit him, but other than that, he was fine. Caroline felt water flowing across her legs as tiny minnows and sea plants brushed up against her legs.
Then they realized what was happening when another bomb exploded a ship. “They’re not bombing the houses,” shouted Caroline’s dad over a deafening bang. “We would be safe there.” They all ran home.
For now, I'll post Kara's historical fiction piece on Pearl Harbor (since she already researched the subject, it was perfect timing). I am so impressed with that girl. <3
Caroline braided her hair and brushed her teeth. She was preparing for church. Caroline walked into her closet and picked out a dress. Right as she was about to change into it, a deafening blast rattled the windows. Caroline ran out of her closet and into her mother’s room.
“What’s happening?” she yelled over another blast. Her mother pointed out the window and Caroline saw that Japanese aircraft were bombing the ships. Caroline and her mother ran out the door and watched the bombs exploding a small distance from the shore about a mile from their neighborhood. Boom! Another ship shattered to splinters in a flaming ball of debris. Their neighbor’s dog was barking furiously as Caroline’s mother desperately tried to think of a way to protect them. Caroline watched in horror as a ship exploded. Then she realized.
“That’s the ship Papa works on!” gasped Caroline. She and her mother ran to the shore restlessly to try to find any survivors, and, if they’re lucky, Caroline’s father. A few crew members swam to shore.
“Have you seen Papa?” asked Caroline. Everybody shook their heads sadly before running off to try to help. Debris and broken guns floated across the water. Caroline watched before seeing a figure in the distance, swimming slowly toward shore. As the figure neared, her mother shouted, “It’s your Papa!”
Caroline practically leaped into the water to meet him as she ran through the shallow waters. She waded up to her knees, water penetrating her pajama shorts, as she hugged her wet father. He had a few cuts and splinters and a few bruises here and there from where planks of wood hit him, but other than that, he was fine. Caroline felt water flowing across her legs as tiny minnows and sea plants brushed up against her legs.
Then they realized what was happening when another bomb exploded a ship. “They’re not bombing the houses,” shouted Caroline’s dad over a deafening bang. “We would be safe there.” They all ran home.
Comments
She is such a good writer. I just keep feeding her good literature to inspire her!