Language 1, History
Historical Fiction - Narrator
by David Chapin, February 13, 2001
5th grade, Valley Christian Elementary School
One day in the spring of 1775 a boy of 12 sat on his rooftop. Watching the sunrise, breathing the fresh morning air. Thinking of the fresh succulent dew dripping off the flowers. But then he heard a peculiar noise. "I wonder what that could be?" he said. "It faintly sounds like a drum roll," he said again. Ratta tat tat! Ratta tata ratta tata. Tat tat ratta tat tat.
Then he heard the faint sound of marching, but he couldn't quite trail where it was coming from. He could faintly see more and more of tiny little images on the horizon, coming closer every second. He could hear the thumping of boots, getting louder and louder. And the drum rolls started sounding like drunken woodpeckers. The tension growing.
He started getting confused, hearing noises not only on the left, but now on the right. He could almost make out the images of what seemed to be patriots and redcoats. He watched them come closer by the moment. Guns in hand, not once did they wince. Till finally, they were only 20 feet apart.
You could see them a mile away, guns in position, like trained chimps. It was perfect. So quiet that you could hear your blood pulsing through your body. It was quiet, too quiet. Then somewhere out of the blue a shot! And after that a cascade of bangs. So many it'd make your head spin. Gun powder wafting through the air. You could constantly hear screams. Oh, the screams, they were the worst. As more and more villagers came to the scene, more and more bodies flung to the ground.
The boy was horrified, he watched people dying with no one to help them, he fought tears. But then came the worst part, his dad started sprinting out to the battlefield, gun in hand. He watched as his dad shot several redcoats. But then, a shot hit his dad, in the arm. He ran out to his dad, his mother screaming. He brought his dad to safety and let his mom bandage him up. And then the British marched away, their work there was finished. They fought on to Concord, to Boston, to Bunker Hill etc. In the end the colonists won. But that boy never forgot that shot, "the shot heard round the world." And that boy grew up and told his children, who told their children, who told their children and so on about that one famous day.
Copyright (c) David Chapin, 2001. http://www.chipchapin.com
For an exciting factual account of the events at Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775 we suggest that you visit Ronald W. McGranahan's Lexington & Concord web page here or here. Images on this page are from his site.