We are thrilled to announce that Elli O has been selected as this year’s winner of the Fingal Neighbourhood House Young Storytellers Competition!
Elli’s original short story captured the imagination of the judges with its creativity and heart. As part of this exciting achievement, Elli’s story will be published in the next edition of the Valley Voice—a wonderful recognition for Elli.
The Day I Will Never Forget
I just got home from school; I stepped off the bus and walked to my house. The second I walked in I was knocked down by my dog Maggie. “Ahh Maggie stop licking me.”
I laughed as my dog slobbered all over me.
“Oh, hello May, when did you get home?” asked mum standing in the kitchen.
“I just got here but Maggie got in my way” I replied pushing Maggie off me.
“Hey mum, can I go to the beach for a walk, I’ll take Maggie too!”
“Ok, just be home before six.”
“Yes mum, thank you!!”
I scurry off to my room and change out of my school clothes and put on my sneakers. I hurry down the stairs and open the door and quickly grab Maggies pink leash I walk out the door and almost forgot Maggie!
“Oh Maggie, I almost forgot!” I said to myself.
As I walk back inside to grab Maggie, I see my mum standing with maggie by her side.
“Forgot something?” questioned mum.
“Almost” I smiled.
I stepped out the door and wave goodbye to my mum. I turn to my left and walked towards to the beach. I must cross the busy road to get to the beach on the other side. I look both ways before crossing the road. I wait in the middle of the road and look both ways again. I cross the last section of the road and then I see my friend Ella.
“Oh hey! Ella what are you doing here?” I ask her.
“I’m going to the beach, what are you doing?” replied Ella.
“I’m taking Maggie to the beach too!” I exclaimed patting Maggie on the back.
“Oh yay! We can walk there together!” said Ella excitedly. We both walk the track towards the beach and when we get there Ella gets a call from her phone.
“Hold on it’s my mum” said Ella holding up her phone to her ear.
I heard her mum on the phone say.
“Ella, you NEED to come home your brother has broken his arm, and he needs to go to the hospital, but he won’t go anywhere without you!”
“OH MY GOSH! YES, YES! I’M COMING NOW! MUM.” As Ella pulled the phone to her chin. “I AM SO SORRY MAY THIS IS AN EMERGANCY!!” screamed Ella.
“No, no it’s ok, I hope your brother is going to be ok” I replied to Ella.
Now that Ella is gone, I just must walk on the beach alone.
I walk down the sandy track and when I get to the end I am greeted by the warm, salty, summer air and the breeze running through my thick brown hair. The waves crashed as I walked by the millions of seashells. I wanted to take a special one home a bright shell a big shell, but I couldn’t find what I was looking for. I saw lots of half broken shells, some faded in colour, none of them stuck out to me.
Then I saw it, it was perfect it was whole it was vibrant pink electric blue, deep purple too! It was a Tasmanian Scallop. However, it looked almost unreal. It looked like it was out of a fairytale. It was so smooth and glossy. I just have to take it home.
As I picked it up, I felt something off about it, something was not right, but I took it home anyway. On the way back home, Maggie wasn’t being herself she kept stopping in front of me. She began to whine like she was telling me to turn around and go back. However, I just pushed past her, as I crossed the road with the shell in my hand. I passed an old crusty, scruffy man in his late fifties, I caught him raising his eyebrows his intense gaze caught me by surprise. His eyes were wide as a child on Christmas morning. I held my magic shell in my right hand, and he said, “Little girl, name your price? I will offer as much money as you request for that pretty shell you have.”
“What! No, this shell is going home with me you are not having it!” I say angrily.
“Please you need to give it to me girl, please I’ll give you ten thousand dollars for it!” yelled the old man.
“No! Why do you need it!” I scream.
“Wha- um no reason no reason at all!” replied the man.
I run off not looking back. Why did this man want my shell? Why was it worth so much money? What made this shell so special?
THE END
By Elli O
Year: 5
School: St Marys District