"The Story of a French Boy's Life" by Elena age 10

Bonjour, my name is Perri, I am a French citizen. I was sent to America to flee from my family's enemy's. They were going to kidnap me but word got to my parents. So my parents sent me to the safe country of America. I was enrolled as a foreign exchange student as cover. My exchange parents were nice but sometimes I missed my real parents. One day when I was hanging out with my new friends a black car with tinted windows and no licence plates stopped right next to us. Someone grabbed me and thrust me in to the car. I felt a tiny jab and every thing went black. When I woke up I was in a small cell-like room with no windows and one door that was locked (I checked).  The contents of the room were a lumpy cot, a TV and some water. I was so nervous and hot, I must have been in there for days walking back and forth from one wall to anther. Finally, I decided the water was safe to drink. But I was wrong, the minute I drank the water I felt a little woozy then suddenly I blacked out again. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed, as I looked around I realized that other people were in the room. I saw my parents, my honest to goodness birth parents, and my friends I was hanging out with before I was kidnapped. Later after I was checked out of the hospital my parents explained everything to me. As soon as my friends saw me being whisked away they had called 911 and after that they called my host parents. Soon my birth parents were notified, about two days after I had blacked out for the second time, the police found the bad guys lair and arrested them. I was in pretty bad shape when they found me so the police took me to the hospital and the doctors treated me. Now that I was safe from my family's enemies, my parents took me home to France. Every now and then, I visit my friends in America.  The End.               

By   Elena M. Lundby