Welcome to BantaaKids, the section dedicated to the creative work of the youngest writers among us.
This series will predominantly feature short stories written by ESL (English as a Second Language) students from J.S.Worth’s creative writing classes back in the real world, where he works as an English teacher in China.
These classes begin with a writing prompt (featured below) to which the students plan, draft, and then produce a final copy all in the space of 2 hours.
We hope you enjoy reading their fantastic work and can appreciate the level of dedication these young writers have put into their studies, especially given how challenging it is to learn a second language.
Prompt: For an essay at school, you choose time-travel for your topic. When you submit it to your teacher, you are told that this paper is an EXACT copy of another paper from before you were born.
(note: minor corrections have been made)
A Letter from the Past
This morning, our English teacher, Miss Jessica, told us to write an interesting story about our lives. I eventually chose the same topic as my best friend Sally, about time travel. Everyone started writing, and when we all finished and submitted it to Miss Jessica, she suddenly screamed and shouted “You little brats! Who told you to copy each other’s work! Stop it!”
But we knew we did not. Although we were best friends, we sat in the opposite sides of the class, which meant even eagles couldn’t see such far away things. We kept silent until she let out another dreadful yell.
“Ah, you two! This is the very copy of Michelle Stephen’s presentation!” We still kept silent but we knew this was not an easy affair to manage. Maybe, we should find out this very day!
After school, Sally and I went to the park of Michelle Stephen. Well, this was quite interesting that they actually built a park to memorize her, but she was really something.
Suddenly without noticing, we were falling down from a door. It seemed to last a century until we opened our eyes and realized it was another world. It was about two decades earlier because their clothing was very different.
There, two women about forty years old were walking outside the market. We saw them holding papers saying “Time & History” in LARGE letters. They walked to the door.That must be Michelle Stephen and Sally Stephen. Now, I finally realized why I was called Michelle. I ran to them but they disappeared.
We had to wait until they came back to the market they owned, because two world’s people couldn’t be in one world at the same time. We hugged each other tightly and tears went down out cheeks. We were sister in a previous life. We even had the same name as in our previous lives.
Therefore, we were sisters and BFFs. We lived happily ever after.