Dystopian Short Story- Year 11
Boy
He stood looking down, staring. Like every other morning there was a paper crane lying on the ground. He picked it up and looked around hoping to catch the person who put it there, but there was no one else on the street. The paper crane was on his mind all day.
The next morning he left early. He planned on waiting for the person who leaves the paper cranes. He hid at the corner of the street, three houses down from where the paper cranes always were. He had been standing then for twenty minutes and so far nothing had happened, so he stood to leave, but he stopped when he saw a girl emerge from the house that the paper cranes were always in front of. The girl looked around, then she lifted her hand and in her hand she held a paper crane. She lightly threw the paper crane and it landed in the exact same spot I find the cranes everyday. She smiled and retreated back into the house.
He watched the girl retreat back inside the house, then he walked over and picked up the paper crane.
Girl
The next morning she got out of bed and got dressed. She went over to her desk and selected a piece of paper with hearts all over it. She was halfway through making a paper crane when she heard music outside. She stood and walked out onto her balcony and looked down over the edge. The boy who took her paper cranes everyday stood on the sidewalk surrounded by all the paper cranes she had made. He was playing a soft melodic song on a guitar. He looked up and smiled.
He handed the girl a rose. “How was it did you like it?” He asked. She smiled at him and replied “Yes”. The girl started coughing, he frowned “Are you sick?” She looked down “Yes just a little..” she said quietly. She said later that she was so sick she couldn’t go to school for six months. “I was wondering, why did you leave a paper crane out there every morning?” He asked. “Because I saw you walking by every morning…” The smiled “You did that because you missed me, didn’t you?” . He smiled. “This
He stood looking down, staring. Like every other morning there was a paper crane lying on the ground. He picked it up and looked around hoping to catch the person who put it there, but there was no one else on the street. The paper crane was on his mind all day.
The next morning he left early. He planned on waiting for the person who leaves the paper cranes. He hid at the corner of the street, three houses down from where the paper cranes always were. He had been standing then for twenty minutes and so far nothing had happened, so he stood to leave, but he stopped when he saw a girl emerge from the house that the paper cranes were always in front of. The girl looked around, then she lifted her hand and in her hand she held a paper crane. She lightly threw the paper crane and it landed in the exact same spot I find the cranes everyday. She smiled and retreated back into the house.
He watched the girl retreat back inside the house, then he walked over and picked up the paper crane.
Girl
The next morning she got out of bed and got dressed. She went over to her desk and selected a piece of paper with hearts all over it. She was halfway through making a paper crane when she heard music outside. She stood and walked out onto her balcony and looked down over the edge. The boy who took her paper cranes everyday stood on the sidewalk surrounded by all the paper cranes she had made. He was playing a soft melodic song on a guitar. He looked up and smiled.
He handed the girl a rose. “How was it did you like it?” He asked. She smiled at him and replied “Yes”. The girl started coughing, he frowned “Are you sick?” She looked down “Yes just a little..” she said quietly. She said later that she was so sick she couldn’t go to school for six months. “I was wondering, why did you leave a paper crane out there every morning?” He asked. “Because I saw you walking by every morning…” The smiled “You did that because you missed me, didn’t you?” . He smiled. “This