Left Behind
International Christmas School, Vivian Tsang, Fiction: Group 2
A
s the sun rose, Sarah woke up with a yawn. “Mom,” she called. “Can we go out
to play?” Her greenish yellow gecko jumped on her shoulder. “Okay, after you eat
breakfast.”
“Come on, slimy,” she whispered as the three of them went out.
They played right outside their house. “Mom, can we play tag?” Sarah asked.
“Of course!” said Mom. “Slimy, stay here,” she requested as she put the tiny creature on a
nearby bench.
Sarah and her mom played tag until they were exhausted. Finally, Mom suggested that they
go home. They were so busy that Sarah fell asleep right away.
The next day, Sarah called Slimy, but Slimy wasn’t there. That’s when Sarah realized she had
left slimy on the bench! As her heart pounded furiously, she glanced at the bench. Sarah gasped.
Slimy was gone, completely gone. Gone forever! She stood there for a while starring at the endless
sand dunes located in her backyard, part of the Gobi Desert. Sarah saw an amazing site – Slimy’s
footprints! She took a quick breath and calmed herself down. She carefully checked his footprints
but they stopped suddenly.
When Sarah went out again, she had better luck! She found insect skin, Slimy’s favorite food!
They led into a deep, deep, hole. Sarah put her thin hand into the hole and grabbed the slimy little
creature and pulled it out. She went to bed satisfied.
