The Rubbish Truck Part 1 by Taykni, Micdes, Miljil & Nalrag in South Africa Part 2 by Tomas, Nicolai and Ian M. in Argentina A two-nation collaborative story

Part 1: Look at all that rubbish!

It all started when the rubbish truck came. It stopped in my drive way and all the rubbish fell out. 

Oh no!! I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, still in my pyjamas.

Oh no!! I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, still in my pyjamas, but it was too late. The rubbish truck was already at the end of the street.

I knew a short cut. I kept running and running. Sweat ran down my forehead.  I went down the road where I thought the rubbish truck was going but it wasn't there. That's funny I thought to myself. I  went down the next road and it wasn't there either. Then the trouble began... 

I went home to tell my mom but she blamed me! The yard was full of rubbish. 

Part 2; What is going on?

 I started to think about  something because if my mother saw this rubbish she was  going to get crazy. I started to think but I couldn’t because it was breakfast time, so I went back home to eat my breakfast. Finally an idea came to my mind.  I could ask my mother of she knew where the rubbish truck stopped. That seemed a good idea so I did. I asked my mother but she didn’t know! I didn’t know what to do.  I started to panic.

  Oh no! I didn't know what to do. I went alone to my room and got a map of the streets of the city and started to read it. There it was! The rubbish truck station! I had to go there fast but my mother mustn’t know what I was up to. But how was I to get out of the house? Yes! The door was open, I went through the school, the gas station, then to the left, and there it was, the rubbish truck! A man came out of the truck. It was a thief! I knew that because I had seen his picture on  TV. He was the one that had robbed the central bank! Oh no! He jumped in the van and sped off. I looked for a bus so that I could go home.

I came up to the bus but nobody was in it. I thought... “Where is everybody?” I had a lot of questions in mind but I didn't ask. The bus driver was not the same one.  We set off. I felt scared.

In a moment I decided to see where we were going. We were not in the school road. We were... I didn't know exactly where we were but all of a sudden  I yelled at the bus driver "STOP THE BUS RIGHT NOW”.  He stopped the bus, turned round and told me to take him where his friend "the thief" was. I didn't take him he would kill me. I was scared. I had to pretend I knew. I told him to follow me.

I was in luck, because as we went round the corner there was the rubbish truck again. I had my telephone, I dialed quietly… 991. The police came and caught both thieves. I had saved the day!!! Finally I called my mom and she was angry because I had gone out of my house without Permission but she was also very happy because I had found the thief that all town had been looking for. I felt myself to be a hero!  

The policeman took me to the police station to wait for my mum. I felt like  a genius. After two minutes I came out of the police station with the two policemen behind me and outside all the people were clapping for me. That was the moment when I felt totally proud of myself. Now I didn't feel like a hero!  I was a hero! THE END.