This is my story on the "Ash Tree" topic we did in class today. I have made it bigger and edited some points. Hope you like it.
It has been over three months since we moved to our new house in Waterford,Ireland . The house is big and it is situated right on the brink of a hill. The view from our balcony has always been exceptional . I had liked everything everything about our house except the Old Oak tree that was rooted right in our lawn. Since the very first day we have moved here there was a feeling inside me that had always forbidden me to go near the tree.
When I first came into the house it took me sometime to get used to the tree. The barks of the tree had fallen off, twigs were lying everywhere, it was tall and crooked, and the leaves had died and lost its colours. At night I had difficulties sleeping and I had blamed the tree for it. My mother used to tell me "Don't be afraid. Imagine its a guardian angel from above." But I never believed her. For some reason the tree always seemed like a cat with sharp nails, ready to pounce on me.
One night my parents had to go to a dinner party. By seven the night seemed to grow darker and darker. It was a cold rainy night and the fire had to be kept on for warmth. I was crouched between two pillows in the living room watching television and had covered my body with a blanket because every minute the room seemed to grow colder and colder.Our entire house seemed dark and lost in the hill top. Only the Oak tree shadowed and sheltered it. For the first time I felt that our house was being protected by an Old Oak tree.
The night grew more restless every minute. A storm had arrived and thunders roared in the sky. The swishing sound of the wind blowing past our house grew louder. I was terrified. The oak tree moved from side to side like a flying ghost in a horror movie. Then suddenly there was a knock at the door.The horror grew in me and some crazy ideas flew into my head. I thought what if it was a burglar,a ghost or even the oakk tree had come alive? I did not know what to do. The rain had picked up its speed. There were thunders outside and the knock at the at the door became louder and louder. A man screamed saying something I could not hear because of all the whirl of the wind. The oak tree swayed in front of the house like an angry beast.The rain drops were falling very heavily on the rooftop as if a hail storm had started. The trees outside moved from side to side at a much faster speed.
Then suddenly my worst nightmare came true. The door knob turned and a man wearing a yellow raincoat came in from the back kitchen door. My heart jumped into my mouth and I was turning pale with fear. The Oak tree swayed faster and faster as if it was aware of the intruder and did not like the fact that someone had entered my house.The wind was probably blowing at its fastest now.
I looked back in fear and it took me some time to realize that the man was my father standing behind me with my mother. I was relieved to see them. Slowly the rain died down and the Oak tree eventually stopped swaying just like my nervous tension had stopped reaching a higher level. I exhaled a sigh of relief. The demoniacal sound of the wind had died down and I guess I can now say that my mother was right. The Oak tree was a guardian from above that was sent to protect my house and shelter it from all the heat and outside danger.
