Sweet Revenge

By Klifford

-Author’s Note-

In the early 1942, the Filipinos and the Americans ought against

theJapanese. Guns and bombs were everywhere. Filipinos starved as

they hid in their house and in underground shelters. There were dogfights

in the skies. Japanese burnt down houses in villages.

My grandfather hid in a house with his friends. Also, they hid behind

tree trunks and watched as the planes destroyed each other. Japanese

soldiers travelled by train. They pass by my grandfather’s house. He saw

other villages burn in flames.

“One…Two…Three!”  I  counted  as  quietly  as  possible.  Once  I  said  three,  my  three  

friends  and  I  threw  all  six  coconuts  we  had,  and  then  jumped  off  the  slow  moving  train.  The  

train  was  about  three  meters  high  so  when  I  jumped  down  my  ankle  started  to  ache.  I  

turned  and  looked  back  noticing  that  the  handle  was  turning  down.  I  saw  a  soldier.

“Run  to  my  house,  now!”  I  yelled  at  my  friends.

“Hey!”  the  soldier  shouted  in  a  deep  voice.  Glancing  back,  the  soldier  bolted  as  he  

chased  us.  I  sprinted  as  fast  as  I  could  but  my  legs  were  killing  me.  I  looked  back  again  and  

saw  that  the  soldier  was  gaining  distance.  Now  my  heart  was  suddenly  pounding  so  fast  

and  so  solid,  that  I  thought  I  was  going  to  have  a  heart  attack.  I  heard  him  getting  closer.  

Uh-­‐oh  I  thought.  Suddenly  I  felt  a  hand  smashing  my  head  like  someone  threw  a  coconut  

straight  to  my  skull;  I  lost  my  balance.  I  hit  the  ground  and  slid,  rubbing  the  left  side  of  my  

face  against  the  dry  sand,  scraping  a  thin  layer  of  my  cheek.

“Ow!”  I  yelled  as  my  face  burned.  Japanese  are  idiots  I  shouted  in  my  head.  I  heard  

several  footsteps  and  my  friends  helped  me  up  and  carried  me  home.  

“Bert,  are  you  ok?”  one  of  my  friends  asked  as  he  helped  me.  I  couldn’t  speak  

because  of  pain  but  my  friends  and  I  still  headed  towards  the  house.  As  we  got  to  the  door  

we  had  to  slow  down  because  the  door  was  about  one  and  a  half  meters  high.  My  friends  

struggled  to  the  stairs  as  they  carried  me.  We  kept  on  going  side  ways,  bumping  the  walls.  

We  passed  my  parents  room  slowly  and  then  we  eventually  reached  my  room.  They  put  me  

gently  on  my  bed  and  they  brought  me  some  Band-­‐Aids.  

“Thanks,”  I  said,  as  they  left  silently,  leaving  me  by  myself.  I  put  the  Band-­‐Aids  on  my  

left  eyebrow.  

As  I  heard  another  train  passing  by,  I  quickly  grabbed  my  pillow  and  put  it  aside,  

under  it,  a  slingshot  was  placed.  I  took  the  oak-­‐tree  made  slingshot  and  held  its  smooth  

handle.  Looking  for  a  rock  to  use  seemed  forever.  Finally,  I  found  and  grabbed  a  rock  as  big  

as  a  table  tennis  ball,  placed  it  on  the  shooter  and  then  aimed  at  the  window  of  the  train.  I  

clenched  my  face,  and  started  to  get  more  infuriated.  As  I  stretched  the  rubber  shooter,  it  

was  getting  tenser  every  second.    When  I  couldn’t  pull  it  anymore,  I  let  go  of  the  shooter,  

still  aiming  at  the  person  by  the  window.  The  rock  rapidly  Slew  in  the  air.  Since  the  train  

was  slowing  down  I  had  an  excellent  chance  to  hit  the  person.

“C’mon,”  I  murmured.  Just  when  I  Sinished  speaking,  the  rock  hit  the  person  in  the  

head,  right  beside  his  eyebrow  and  bounced  out  of  the  window.  Dark,  red  blood  oozed  out  

of  his  wound  and  down  to  his  cheek.  I  ran  and  went  behind  my  bed  hoping  that  he  didn’t  

see  me.  I  put  my  hands  on  my  mouth  and  stayed  silent.

“Ahhh!”  he  roared,  “who  dares  to  hit  me  in  the  face?”  I  managed  to  smile  from  the  

corner  of  my  mouth.  Headshot!  I  shouted  in  my  head,  as  I  held  up  my  clenched  Sist.  

“Sweet  revenge!”  I  whispered.  

What  was  your  great  experience?

When  World  War  2  occurred.  

What  happened  then?

Americans  and  Japanese  fought.

Where  were  you?

My  house  or  in  the  underground  shelter  hiding.

What  did  you  see?

I  saw  planes  shooting  each  other,  trains  with  Japanese  that  were  sending  food  

to  

their  fellow  Japanese  people.

What  were  you  doing?

Whenever  a  train  comes  we  always  readied  our  coconuts  and  throw  it  at  the  

Japanese.  I  also  watched  dog@ights  beside  a  tree  for  protection.

I learned that my family is brave and smart. This project helped me understand that my family is brave which helps me understand why I am brave at times. Doing this project is important because it helped me know my family better. I found this project challenging because I challenging to describe the scene

and add sensory details.

James, D. Clayton. "MacArthur, Douglas." World Book Student. World Book, 2012. Web. 12 Nov. 2012. http://www.worldbookonline.com/student/article?id=ar335760&st=philippines+world+war+2