Pubblicato più di un anno fa
by Sofia (4aF)
I am a twelve-year-old boy: maybe I am quite young, but lot of people think I am very clever. In particular I think that I am very very curious and careful. At school I like studying scientific subjects because we have to observe and look for strange things, every day in daily routine I love discovering all the curiosities about the lives of my neighbours. I have been being a very attentive person since I was five; I remember that my parents didn’t say important information when I was next to them because I understood everything.
Two weeks ago my parents announced me that a new neighbour was come to live in the house next to ours. I couldn’t wait to see him! That evening I went to know that man asking him some information. He said me his name, George, and he also told me some about his life. He was a very interesting man who was able to entertain guests. I knew he lived alone because he said it to me... but some day after we met I always noticed a young man come to George’s house. But in those days he wasn’t at home, because he had left to America for work. I wanted to discover why this man came there every day! I started asking me a lot of questions.
Two weeks ago my parents announced me that a new neighbour was come to live in the house next to ours. I couldn’t wait to see him! That evening I went to know that man asking him some information
Fortunately, my bedroom has the window in front of his house, so I could see every movements. This young man was always dressed with black clothes, and I don’t know why but I was afraid of him. One day before George’s arrival, the man left a letter on the door mat out of the house. Finally I could have learnt the truth about the situation.. but when I took the letter and I opened him, I only read a sentence: “I will find you.”
I was frightened and worried for my neighbour, I kept on thinking about what to do. The same day, in the evening, George arrived and came to my house to talk with my family. I didn’t have the bravery to narrate what had happened during that week. The day after the young man came again to George’s house. In that moment I trembled for the fear. That boy entered in the house and.. I couldn’t see him anymore. What a mess!
I heard shouts from the house and George’s voice: “Don’t kill me, I’m innocent!” . In that moment I called the police, who arrived ten minutes after. They succeeding in catching the young man, who was a criminal, but they couldn’t save George. He had already died.
