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Creative Writing Story Ben Murray “Oh come on Mom, why not”? I yelled down the hall. “I already told you”, replied his mother with the same volume. “I don’t want you to join, you could get killed or worst captured by terrorists or something”, she said in a quieter tone. “Mom, I’m not going to be taken by terrorists”, I exclaimed while rolling my eyes. I stomped off to my bedroom feeling angry and frustrated like always. Why won’t she let me when she let my brother, Davy? It’s so unfair. At that moment my dad walks in the door. “Don’t worry I’ll try to talk to her”, he said. “Do you want to go hunting with me on the weekend, we would have to leave tomorrow?” he asked. “Sure Dad, that would be great” I replied, at least my dad understands how I like to destroy things. My dad walked out the door. I flopped myself down on the couch and turned on the TV. A few hours ago the Fountain of Youth was discovered in the Southern part of the Floridian Peninsula near Lake Macaco the reporter said. Russia has claimed that the person who found it was Russian, therefore it belongs to them. Israel claims that it’s holy to them and that it’s theirs. “I thought the fountain of youth was imaginary”, I said to myself. Is this even the news channel, I thought. I checked and it was. I changed the channel to a different local news channel. There have been outbreaks of violence in the United States. I turned off the TV. “Dinner’s ready”, I heard my mom yell down the hall. My brother appeared out of his room and headed for the table; I did, too. My dad said grace and we started digging into the lasagne my mom had made. It was delicious. “Did you know that they think they’ve found the fountain of youth”? I said. “Cool”, Pat my little brother exclaimed. “Their probably just making it up”, Dad muttered. “It was on the news”, I continued. “Weird, I don’t believe them”, mom said. “You shouldn’t either”, she said. The rest of dinner went like usual, boring topics that I didn’t care about. I retired to my room feeling super tired but also pumped for tomorrow. I decided to go to bed early since I had to get up early for the road trip tomorrow. I got ready for bed and fell asleep almost instantly. I was dreaming of big fountains that turned old guys into babies! “Wake up sleepy head”, I awoke to the sound of my dad’s voice and the feel of a pillow being swung into my face. “Stop it dad”, I exclaimed. “Then let’s go”, he muttered. “Or I’ll go get a cup of water”, he said jokingly! “Fine I’m coming”, I said and rolled off my bed and stood up. I got dressed in my hunting attire. My dad drove a Dodge pickup. “You have the gear and food in the truck right? “Yep, let’s go”, said my dad. I got in the truck and buckled up. My dad turned the radio to a good channel, and we were off. “So, where are we going”? I asked when we got on the highway. “I thought we would head over to Macaco Lake, I heard from some buddies at work that there is lots of good game over there”, he replied “Sorry where”, I said. “Macaco Lake, It’s up on the Floridian Peninsula”, he said. “It’s not too far away”, he finished. The name rang a bell. Then I remembered that was where they said the Fountain of Youth was. “Is something wrong?”, my Dad asked. “No, just blanked out for a second there”, I said in response. I realized that if I told him he might stop the trip. The rest of the drive all we talked about hunting rifles, food and other things. We stopped at a Dairy Queen for breakfast and ate it in the car. Finally we arrived, parked in a gas station parking lot next to a news truck. “Why is there news here, weird”, my Dad exclaimed. “I don’t know”, I muttered. Then we head out, down the gravel road with a sign saying Macaco Lake, hunting license needed. “You got yours?”, he asked. “Yep”, I said. “Good, let’s go”, he responded. So we headed off into the forest looking for any sign of deer, rabbits, even a bear. About fifteen minutes later we found some deer tracks, so we followed the tracks, hunting rifles at the ready. “There to the right”, my Dad said. “You can get a clear shot over this log”, he whispered. So I crawled over, balanced the rifle on the log, sighted and when my Dad gave me the OK, was going to fire. He gave me a signal, I held my breath aimed and… Shots rang out bang, bang, bang. They weren’t mine. It was a fully automatic gun. The buck ran into the woods startled. What kind of person would use a fully auto gun to shoot deer? Then I remembered the reporter saying outbreaks of violence had occurred in the US, over the fountain. Could they be happening here? At that moment an American soldier came running through the trees, firing from the hip at something I couldn’t see. Bullets came back at hit him in the chest, blowing him off his feet. “Get down”, my Dad said in a strong voice but not loud enough so that the two soldiers coming out of the trees could hear. My Dad had been in the US military for a few years and had gone to Iraq. “Stay down until this is over”, he said. He raised his bolt action rifle and fired. I peeked out anyway the first shot hit the first soldier in the chest almost instantly killing him. While my Dad pulled back the bolt to cock his weapon the other soldier gave returning fire hitting the log and trees all around me one round hit my Dad in the shoulder the other hit the stock of his weapon breaking it. Dad cried out in pain and fell back. He did get a shot off but it had gone wide. Raising my rifle I aim and fired, the shot hit the enemy in the leg. He crumpled to the ground screaming, dropping his weapon and clutching his wounded upper leg. “Dad are you OK, talk to me”, I exclaimed! He groaned and said, “Get me out of here”. “Don’t worry Dad I’ll get you to a hospital”, I promised but he had already drifted unconscious. I kept repeating “Don’t worry Dad I’ll get you to a hospital.” I picked him up in a fireman’s carry and started moving as fast as I could back towards the car about 2 miles away. Progress was slow. Finally I got back to the gas station and put him down beside the truck. My dad wasn’t doing so well. Then I searched his pockets for the keys and found them after a few slow minutes. I put him in the passenger’s seat and drove back to the nearest hospital. Good thing I had gotten my Learners a week before I thought. The medics put him into an operation right away. I called my mom on the phone. “Mom, can you come right away to the hospital; It’s urgent”, I said. My mom asked, “What happened”? “I’ll tell you when you get here”, I replied. About thirty minutes later they said that they had taken the bullet out of his shoulder and he was conscious. “Are you OK, Dad?”, I asked urgently. “I’m fine, are you OK?”, he asked. “I’m fine, just shaken up a bit”, I replied. Then Mom and my little brother rushed through the door. “What happened”, she quickly asked. “Are you OK”? “My boy is joining the army”, he said in a not arguable tone. “Fine”, she replied… I smiled content at last! media type="file" key="Bens short story final.m4a" Questions: 5-8 5. The protagonist in my story goes from an upset teenager who's dream is stopped by his mother. In the end his realizes that shes just trying protect and his dream is granted.

6. The protagonist in the story is a teenager and acts like one as well. I also incorporated some things that happen my life, like the cup of water to wake him up and the arguing down the hall!

7. In the story I included a part where he flopped himself down on the couch. This is a symbol for laziness. This diffidently indicates that he is either tired or lazy.

8. That nothing is impossible and that if you try as hard possible you will eventually succeed.