The Discovery – by Lee Thiel, Year 10, Sayfol International School
I was an adventurous girl. I had a younger
sister and a younger brother, who were also adventurous. We liked to venture
into unknown places. We liked inviting new people to our home. We liked sharing
and felt happy when we did so. Our family was a happy one and then came the day
that we had to move because of my father’s new job. We sold the house we’d been
living in since I was born – I was thirteen years old – and bought a small
house in the countryside. I wanted to be in the big city but my parents said,
“There are lots of fun things in the countryside. I am sure you’ll prefer
living in the countryside.”
From the outside, the house looked good,
except for the fact that it was too small for five people to live in. Suddenly,
I began to like that house, although I hadn’t been inside it yet. It looked so
cosy and the view around the house was beautiful. My parents were correct. I
was beginning to like the countryside already. I saw that we had lots of
neighbours. The houses around were all quite small. I knew that I would be able
to get to know my neighbours and become friends with them easily and quickly.
With these thoughts in mind and feelings of anticipation in our hearts, my two
siblings and I went into the house to see what it was like.
The kitchen was rather big compared to the
size of the house. We counted the rooms – one, two, three, four. Three of those
rooms were very small. There were two toilets and there did not seem to be a
living room. The kitchen connected the rooms. After roughly examining the
internal structure of the house, we began to do it again, this time more carefully.
I could never stand it whenever I had a feeling that there was something more
to what I was examining. I had to know all the details, being a curious and
adventurous child. Just then we found something. There was a kind of door under
a mat in the middle of the kitchen! It was very well camouflaged and could not
be noticed easily. Being the eldest and the most curious, I put the mat aside
bravely and opened the door to the basement. I saw a staircase leading
downwards. I tried to imagine what would be down there. A dusty smell wafted
upwards.
For a few seconds, silence reigned all
around. It was really dark below. The smell of dust made us cough and we hadn’t
even entered the basement yet. Rapidly, I took three bright flashlights and
gave two of them to my siblings. I told them to wait for me to investigate the
area first. Then I descended the stairs very slowly. I found a switch on the
wall but it wasn’t working. I examined the basement with my flashlight and saw
lots of unusual things. They looked like antiques or at least, some sort of
remnant from the past. I was so overwhelmed that I had climb back upstairs. My
siblings were waiting for me. I told them what I had seen and told them not to
go down because of the dust.
The next thing I did was to tell my
parents. To my surprise, they didn’t know about the existence of the basement.
Even the previous owner had no idea it existed! My parents informed the town council.
The mayor came and brought some men to recover the precious items. We decided
to donate the treasure to the authorities who would put them in a museum. We
received plenty of praises and even a monetary reward for our deed. I got
praised the most since I was the one who found the door to the basement. I felt
like a hero!
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