A bomb at the boys’ school

I was at home when the telephone rang. It was my mother. She told me that there had been a bomb at the boys’ school.

I immediately tried to call the school but nobody answered. Then I tried to call the bus driver but he didn’t answer either. I imagined the worst

. The roads were closed so I couldn’t get to school. All I could do was pace around the house. Finally, the bus driver answered the phone and said that everyone was alive. The bomb had landed on the playground and only destroyed one wall of the school.

After several hours the roads were reopened, and they came back home. When I hugged them it felt like the whole world was in my hands