Short Stories About Children

Penlers presents: Short Stories About Children.

The Wedding Crasher

          

The suns rays painted the clouds brown as the golden sun set into the horizon. I breathed in the fresh air and stared at my surroundings in amazement. The countryside was tranquil and beautiful.

"Mesmerizing, eh? It took me a long, long time to find this beauty of a place!"

I spun around. It was the man of the hour approaching me: Uncle Ezekiel, the man who was getting married tonight.

"Why did you have to find a place so beautiful?" I asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't any place be all right? I mean it's just a wedding..."

"What do you mean just a wedding? A wedding happens once in a lifetime!" Uncle Ezekiel retorted in shock, "You'll understand the importance of a special wedding in the future."

I shrugged in reply and continued to stare at the horizon.

          Soon, it was dark and the wedding was about to begin. I watched as the place began to get packed with people. I still did not understand what Uncle Ezekiel told me. An idea came into my mind.

"What if... I disguise myself as an intruder and crashed the wedding?" I asked myself, in whispers. "Why not? It's going to be fun! I bet no one has tried to crash a wedding this big! Why don't I be the first one to do so?"

As I imagine the looks on the guests' faces, I began to get excited and wild ideas began to come into mind.

"I know!" I whispered to myself excitedly, "I'll disguise myself as a suicide terrorist! Perhaps then, I will understand what Uncle Ezekiel said!"

I decided to take my ideas into action and began to look for pieces of cloth I could use to make a turban...

          I marveled at my masterpiece. Surely, no one will be able to realise that this is a 12-year-old's piece of work! I picked up the 'turban' and carefully put it on. Next, came on the 'bomb' that was hung on my body. There, I was a suicide terrorist!

I hurried to the benches and got ready. My heart was pounding loudly.

'What if I said the words out wrongly?' I wondered.

However, there was no time to rehearse, the bride was already walking down the red carpet. I rushed to the front, pulled down the jacket I was wearing and shouted in my loudest voice "I'm a suicide bomber! I'm going down with this place!"

There was a moment of silence, then laughter erupted.

"What are you doing, Gabriel? That was really funny!"

"Ezekiel! What's your nephew doing? A suicide bomber?!"

All around me was people who were laughing. My face turned red. What a intruder I was!