My escape story

This in my escape story if I was a refugee.

                                                            My Escape Story
 When I was four years old I had to leave my country, my name is Isabella and this is my story.

 One dark and stormy night my family and I were sleeping. I suddenly heard people screaming and I woke up. First I looked outside and saw lots of houses burning down and also a lot of people running and a few people falling. I ran to my parents room and woke them up, my parents were confused but then they heard a scream and they grabbed some bags. I went to my room and grabbed my favourite toy teddy and ran back to my parents room.

 After a while my parents finally finished packing and we ran outside and we hopped onto a boat and left, but some people were left behind.

While we were sailing through the sea my mum fell into the ocean, I started to cry. After a while I stopped crying and fell asleep, at night I heard some screaming so I got out of bed and opened the door and saw… my dad was lying on the floor and I started to sob.

 Finally, I saw a camp-like place and everyone went there so I followed and the camp was called a refugee camp for refugees.

After two years I was allowed to go to a new country I checked the paper someone gave me, I looked at it for a bit and saw it said New Zealand on it but I didn’t understand so I went to someone and asked them where and what New Zealand in the said it was a small country by Australia I understood and walked away, I knew what Australia was because one of my grandparents were from there so I went on this bigger boat but 1 times bigger than the other boat.

 After a few more people went on the boat it was a fantastic ride and I finally got to New Zealand and I was happy but at the same time sad because my parents passed away but I remembered that I grabbed my teddy so I grabbed one of the bags and looked inside and I saw my teddy bear. We all finally got to New Zealand and I got a new family.
The End

By Elisa