St Mary’s National School, COBH, 6th Class, County Cork, 18th May 2018
I woke up and couldn't remember anything since I landed here, facing the moon.
The first thing I could smell was a strong smell of smoke and the first thing I could see was what I thought was fog.
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the daunting, scary trees which reminded me of the setting of my father's death.
I was in my house helping my mother to bake some scones when I heard a loud scream.
I didn't think much of it because I was only a child.
All I can remember was hearing a loud crash and my mother running out to the garden.
I got up and my head started screaming with pain and I touched my head and there was blood falling onto my hand.
I turned around to see one of the trees talking to me, “wake up, child, wake up.
It's only a dream.” I felt someone shaking me and I snapped my eyes open.
“Okay, mam,” I said.
I felt the soothing touch of my mother's hands, but somehow I still felt dizzy and alone.
At this point, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
And then I really woke up...
