IZAAC HAS A SAD STORY TO TELL.
Glass shattering everywhere, blood flying through the air and bricks crashing. The car goes straight into the roof.
“MUM, DAD!” I yell in panic. Searching through the debris in tears, but I find no one.
I hear faint breathing and moving, “Mum, Dad,” I say in a quiet voice.
“Izaac” says a deep raspy voice, “I’m over here”.
Ripping through the destruction I find my Dad. Dad is covered in gore and I start to whimper. I call the emergency services.
“I found her,” comes a voice. The ambulance paramedic checks her pulse but there is no sign of life.
IZAAC = YEAR 6