Samiyar S., Year 7
They lived underground. Ever since ‘they’ had come, the above was no longer safe. We still told stories of looming trees and ripe, colourful fruits, but they were just stories. The grounds people could not go above, or else they would be punished. Adam prepared his gear. He took his black vest out of the cupboard and pulled it on. He then pulled his hood over his head, with two small slits for his eyes. He looked at the clock: 11:57pm. It was too late already. Adam swung his backpack over his shoulders and strode out of his room. Mr Flaherly sat down calmly drinking a cup of tea. Mr Flaherly had been good to Adam. Ever since Adam was a young boy. Flaherly had taken him in.