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    Phoebe and the Phoenix

    作者 Author 插畫者 Illustrator
    - Charis Yau (12)
    香港國際學校
    Hong Kong International School

    作者 Author 插畫者 Illustrator
    - Yao (Gigi) Xiao (12)
    香港國際學校
    Hong Kong International School

    字數 Word Count: 0(中) 548(Eng)


    I am Phoebe and I am 9½ years old. The only thing that I know about myself is that I am homeless. I don’t remember when I became homeless, but all I know is that it was a very, very long time ago. This is how it all began.


    I was younger when my family lost me. So I am “living” next to the pet shop with only a blanket to protect me. My only friend is Bethany, who owns the pet shop. But I don’t always stay near the Pet shop, I sometimes need to move somewhere else.


    I’ve had a mystical dream last night.


    A Phoenix flew before my eyes, leading into a cozy cottage in an unknown forest. I looked through the windows and the family seemed like they were having fun. While I was watching, the Phoenix pecked me to the front of the door.


    The Phoenix looked at me with its fiery eyes, and I had this feeling that it wanted me to follow. As I walked forward, following, Bethany came out and asked me where I was going. I explained everything and I said bye. Then, I set out to follow the Phoenix.


    I followed the majestic Phoenix into the woods. When we were halfway there, I felt some unexpected heat above my head. I looked up and saw the Phoenix twirling in beautiful, enchanting flames.I saw ashes falling into my open eyes. The Phoenix was shedding into grey, shadowed ashes again.


    I staggered through broken trees, as thick layers of smoke disappeared. The Phoenix was almost done crumbling to the ground. A cottage, like the one in my dream, had a thin line of smoke trailing out of the chimney top, showing the sign of life. I followed the burning trail.


    I arrived in front, after a lot of stumbling, coughing, and tripping, the cottage was finally in view. It felt weird to be barging into someone’s home owned in the middle of a forest on fire. Plus, my appearance was going to be singed hair and a ragged not-washed nightgown.


    A bell sounds when I press the button on the wall. A man appeared on the doorstep. I boldly told him, “I have had a quite serious dream, and that now I have come to a conclusion that you are my father.” He harshly shoved me away, off the doorstep.


    I gently called for the Phoenix. A soft flutter told me that the Phoenix had arrived onto my shoulder. A heated conversation broke out between us, as I slept on the doorstep until the next day, where my father would bring me in. And I peacefully drifted off to sleep.


    I suddenly bolted upright. My father kept me still while he stared at me with his fierce eyes. He seemed friendlier today, and he roughly told me to go inside the cottage. He chatted with me, asking about my hard childhood, and he finally accepted me as his long-lost daughter.


    My new family is wonderful, I was cared for, and decently fed. The Phoenix soon became our pet, along with our pomeranian. My two older brothers were very kind and caring to me, and, my mother wasn’t too posh, since she owned the bakery in town. I loved my family.

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