 
          Fiction: Group 4
        
        
          The Pearl River Delta
        
        
          Island School, Ebrahim, Ammar - 14, Fiction: Group 4
        
        
          lay back on the old cherry blossom tree. My feet lay dipped in the cold green water. I hadn’t caught a
        
        
          single fish for the past four hours I was starving It would be lunchtime soon. The thought of food made
        
        
          my stomach rumble. But the sky was a lighter shade of blue today. Something special was going to
        
        
          happen. To my surprise just a few meters away from me I noticed a unusually large fish. I couldn't miss this
        
        
          opportunity it was potential food for the entire week!
        
        
          I stuffed the fish into a dusty old sack I found somewhere among the garbage and dragged the beast home.
        
        
          My home wasn't one of those typical Chinese homes you would imagine. To me my home was a bunch of
        
        
          ruins of random objects I managed to find and put together. At least it gave me shelter.
        
        
          I dug into the fish throwing out the inedible parts. Soon after I had the largest meal I would have for
        
        
          months I found myself falling into deep sleep. By the time I woke up I could tell it was already sunset. But I
        
        
          found my senses to be awakened. So much it started to hurt. I could hear everything from the tiny
        
        
          movements of worms to the huge mechanical sounds of tractors miles away. I lay there clutching my head
        
        
          and groaning.
        
        
          When I woke up again I wasn’t greeted by the scenery or the birds chirping I was normally used to. I found
        
        
          my hands and legs contained with aluminum. It was imperfect. But how did I know that? I lay there trying
        
        
          to slip out. When I noticed a large man in a lab coat. He had a military style haircut and a neatly trimmed
        
        
          beard. He was sweating and panting as if he had ran down fifty flights of stairs. Or maybe he had as I heard
        
        
          about two hundred and fifty thumps of his feet.
        
        
          “Hello Wing. My name is Is Mr Lee. Or you can call me Bruce.” Wait Bruce Lee isn't he supposed to be
        
        
          dead? And what am I doing here in the middle of nowhere with Bruce Lee? “Yes I know I am the Bruce
        
        
          Lee, I have been observing you ever since you ate that fish yesterday, it contains tox. a very dangerous
        
        
          chemical. It has baffled me about how you must have survived. The last person who I’ve encountered with
        
        
          tox died within two hours.” Hearing all this had me surprised. I just lay there for a few seconds letting all
        
        
          the information get to my brain. So I was expecting it to just be another normal day working as usual.
        
        
          When I suddenly found a big fish and became infected with some dangerous chemical? Come on this isn't
        
        
          fair!
        
        
          Over the next few days Mr Lee and I tested my curse to see what I could do with it as it seemed to be stuck
        
        
          with me for a long long time. The weather grew cold and wild and I thought this was a sign that we should
        
        
          give up our search. But we pursued and to my surprise we found the antidote. I had never been happier. He
        
        
          injected me with the serum and within a few seconds I felt calm engulf me.
        
        
          He was still monitoring me for a few days after the injection, in my own home as I preferred it there. Today
        
        
          was the day I decided that I was probably going to have this curse for my whole life. Yeah I really should
        
        
          stop saying that. In fact it is a gift. My gift will help me get revenge and justice for the people who live in
        
        
          the Pearl River Delta. So that none of them have to end up like me. And I will. This is my mission.
        
        
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