My own book!

Hey there bloggers!
This week is Hooked on book week when we read a new book every day and the book that we are reading today is called Cool Nukes. My favourite book is Liars because it got straight into action but for each book, there are questions and we had to answer them. One of the things that we had to do was make a book of your own and publish it. It can be a new one or you get a story and put yourself in it as one of the characters. My book was sort of based on the book The Storm Keepers Island. This is my book and you can't really read it so here is the written version of it! I would like you feedback and comments and how I could improve my story!

“Tara! Don’t push me!” I shouted.

Tara was on her phone and was taking selfies of herself. I hate those selfies that she takes. My stomach starts to roll over and over again and I feel like I am about to vomit. I hated the ship but most of all I hated the ocean. The ship was going slower than it was when it started. I had to sit next to an elderly lady who snored loudly, hopefully we would reach Arranmore Island as soon as possible. I stared at the ocean, the hungry eyes staring back at me. I hated the ocean, ever since Dad… Never mind, I had to sit still and wait for Arranmore Island to appear. It was pretty foggy because it was still pretty early so I couldn’t see much but the ocean.

It felt like a whole day passed when finally, we were Arranmore Island. I waited to see My Grandad. But he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

“Hey Tara, isn’t grandad meant to come and pick us up?” I asked her.

“No because he is old and he has stuff to do, besides I know the way because I came here last summer.” Replied Tara.

I clambered along the steep hill, Tara said that grandads house was on a hill. We finally went up and then finally we were at his house. I was super tired and it was around noon by the time we got there.

“Ahhh, Parwin, you have grown so much! How was the Ship, Tara told me you are afraid of the sea, hey?” Greeted Grandad.

I replied, “Well the ship was pretty bumpy but I am excited to come here!”

We had a quick meal and I examined the house. There were shelves full of candles with labels on them.

There were different types of candles of every colour. One of them was black at the bottom and reen at the top and it read ‘Fado Fado’ which meant long long ago. Grandad was in the backyard making candles and Tara was out somewhere. I got bored so I got a book from one the dusty shelves and started reading it. It was about Natural Disasters that happened. I was reading about Pompeii when I saw that outside of was getting darker. I was tired and I wasn’t hungry so I went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep, there were thoughts racing in my head. But after a while, I drifted off to sleep.

“Grandad?” I asked Grandad.

“Yes.” He replied. “Um, why do you have so many candles with different labels on them?”

“Well, these aren't just normal candles, when you burn them, the wind takes you to that time and what happened at that time. My oldest one is Fado Fado which as you know means long long ago. Do you want to see what happens?”

“Yes please!” he held the candle in his hand with a lighter and he burned the stick and held tightly to my hand.

“Don’t let go.”

I held on tight like he said and then everything around us started getting windy and it felt like we were stuck in a tornado but after a while, the wind stopped and we were standing somewhere different.

The sky was orange and bright, it was almost dark. One half of the sky was bright and beautiful but the other half was dark and spooky.

“This is when Morrigan and Dagda had a battle.” My grandad told me. Then out of nowhere, there was a lady standing there with dark clothes floating in the air and wherever it went, there were shadows following it. With one point, the sea went up and bolted towards Dagda who kneeled down with pain. His Emerald staff in one hand. He pointed his staff and the sea and made it calm as it went back to what it was before. I looked like Dagda was in trouble. I wanted to go closer but Grandad tugged on my hand.

“We cannot go closer, stay here and look.” Said my Grandad. They battled each other but Morrigan, was stronger. Morrigan shouted things at Dagda and Dagda didn’t notice, until everything around went back to normal. We were back at my grandads house.

“What happened to Dagda?” I asked with curiosity.

“Nobody knows what happened next or who won.”

And with that he went back to making candles. I skipped outside, the warm breeze slapping my face and the birds were chirping loudly. It was a beautiful day, but then all of a sudden, I felt a bag on my head and then my hands got tied up. I shouted for help but nobody came. I got lifted up and then I got dumped inside a car, I could feel it. I was shouting loudly for help. “Should we do it now boss?” Asked a voice.

“Go ahead, that will at least make her quite for a bit.” Replied another voice. The bag then went up and I tried to yell for help and tried to have a good look but hands went over my eyes and I couldn’t see. I tried yelling for help but then  went something go over my mouth and just below my nose. Then I felt unconscious and drifted off to sleep…