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Youth Perspective: Calder High School Writing Competition – Isla Lee-Grant

1 August 2017

This is part of a green writing competition Thomson Reuters held with Calder High School in Yorkshire, UK. Here is Isla Lee-Grant’s fictional piece on someone’s harrowing experience during a flood. 

Isla Lee-Grant – First Prize, Year 7, 2017

Green Writing Competition

It was a pretty miserable day, the rain was pouring and the wind was howling like a thousand wolves. Sadly, this could only mean one thing: no customers. I owned a small bakery at the time, selling all kinds of cakes and bread and biscuits. I enjoyed my job mostly, but on days like today, it was a total wash-out.

It was eleven-twenty when the river started to burst its banks. I had just put a batch of fairy cakes in the oven and was waiting for them to cook. Behind the kitchen and at the very back of the shop there was an old, creaky room. It wasn’t very pleasant and as we didn’t have enough money to do it up, it was used as a store room for ingredients.

I wandered in to the front of the shop to see if there was any hope for customers and found myself walking straight into ankle-deep water. I tip-toed, horrified, to the front window and stared out. There was a ginormous puddle in the middle of the road. I told myself calmly that everything was going to be okay but the water on the road was rising at an alarming rate. I could feel the terror creeping up on me like the water up my legs.

Suddenly I was awakened from my trance by a soft banging sound coming from the kitchen. I ran, terrified, to the window and saw that the murky water was already lapping at the sill. Grabbing everything valuable in sight, I dashed to the front door.

By now the water was knee-deep and still rising. Frantically, I heaved open the door. The water came gushing in like a wave and nearly swept me off my feet. In the middle of the road, the water was just above my waist. Suddenly, my legs gave way and I went under, letting go of my bag at the same time. One thing was clear to me: get out, bag or no bag.

As I finally got to dry land, so many people were there to greet me. It’s now been a month since the flood and I’ve opened a new bakery and a flood museum. It’s nothing special, just a room at the back of the bakery with some photos and a special little article, which is what you’ve just read.

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