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“Everyone, calm down,” a brave man said.
Ellinore Blogdanovich
visitors were now on the dry dock ready to step into the submarine. I locked the door behind me. I was in a sealed room with water dripping from every corner.
“Mr. Marton, if you could save that painting, my offer still stands,”
announced.
All ten
the twenty paintings that were in this gallery, this painting was the one I had to save. It was the only way
I had to save the Monet. Out of
that Galleria Aquatica would have a chance to bounce back. I ran as quickly as I could into the back room
and grabbed the scuba tank and the key in order to unlock the painting and be able to take it up with me.
Grabbing the scuba tank, I whipped it around my back and locked it onto me.
I connected the
regulator to
my mouth as I unlocked the plexiglass case allowing the painting to fall right in its place. I locked the
case and was ready to go. I hurried to the door leading to the dry dock. As I left the dome, there was
about a foot of water rising higher by the second. I had everything ready, including the scuba tank, the
plexiglass case, and the painting inside.
I opened the door leaving my doomed dream behind but hoping to surface with my future hope
still intact.
I exited the dome using the air sealed exit leading me to the deep blue sea. I noticed something
was wrong two minutes after leaving the gallery. I wasn't breathing right, I looked down at the tank to
realize that it was almost empty. I had grabbed a tank that had already been used. I began to think of
ways to save myself. I knew I still had the painting in the plexiglass sealed case, but I also knew the
plexiglass would not float. The plexiglass case was too heavy to carry, and I knew that my only hope was
to swim up to the top and take the painting out of the sealed case and use it as a floatation device. So, I
did.
I carried the sealed case in my right hand as I used my left to push me up as much as
possible. Kicking my feet rapidly, I began to get tired, but I couldn't give up. I was running out of breath
about six feet away from the surface of the ocean. I was so close, but it felt as if I had not moved a single
bit. I was exhausted. Finally, I reached the top. As I opened the sealed case, I began to think about the
120 million dollar offer. That was gone now. This was my only option, and I had to take it. I pulled the
painting out of the case and used it as a floatation device. Floating there for around two hours, the winds
began to hit, and the painting shifted very quickly, pushing me toward the shore. It began to get dark. My
eyes started to flicker after the calamitous day I had experienced. The next day I awoke, finding myself on
the grainy sands as the beach waves washed upon the shore almost touching my feet. I looked around and
all I saw was a canvas with only a mere portion of what was once a beautiful painting of a boat done by
Claude Oscar Monet - The Red Boats. The Galleria Aquatica had sunk, but the painting had kept me
afloat.
Mi héroe
by Lucia Gutierrez-Rosety
8th Grade
Blue Ribbon
Hay muchos aspectos que definen a un héroe. Un héroe es alguien que pone a los demás por delante de si mismo y que siempre intenta hacer lo que está bien. Por regla general, cuando héroes actúan en beneficio de otros, no siempre les beneficia a ellos mismos. Una persona que yo considero un héroe es mi papá. Es una persona muy especial, a la que yo admiro profundamente y siempre intento seguir sus pasos. Él sabe hacerme reír y me enseña muchas lecciones de vida que me ayudarán en el futuro. Es una persona muy sabia, con principios claros y definidos. Es un hombre que se esfuerza mucho en todo lo que hace y siempre se preocupa por las personas a su alrededor. Es abnegado, cariñoso y siempre es respetuoso con todo el mundo. En todos los aspectos, mi padre es un héroe.
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“Get me out, get me out now!” another lady yelled.