Francis - Retold by Carmen

Francis by Patrick

There is a park in Canada called Quetico Park, it is known for its lovely lakes, for family holidays, great  hiking, camping, tall trees and acres of land. The water was crystal clear you could drink the water straight from the lakes .But I wont be going there anytime soon. There once was a girl called Francis Brandywine. She is 17 years old and she has black hair like coal. She has a daring attitude, and her choices were usually questioned by her friends and family.

One night Francis waited until her mum and dad were fully asleep. It was dark but not to dark, you could hear a whisper on the other side of the park. So she snuck out of the tent very quietly. It was a bit of a walk to get to the lake through bushes, over fallen trees but she got there in the end. She hoped in the boat and rowed over the pitch black lake for about 20 minutes till she thought she was at the deepest part of the clear lake which was  rumored to be 300 ft deep.

She stopped and she lay down on the boat looking up at the stars illuminating the sky above her. She wrote in her diary a bit. Then there were three knocks on the bottom of the boat. She looked around the boat thinking that she hit shore but she was still half a mile away from shore. Francis might of hit a turtle or a log. Just when she thought she imagined it there were three crisp louder knocks on the bottom of the boat. The silence stretched out, now she had to row to shore, she was on the verge of tears. She stopped with exhaustion and out of breath, she looked around but she didn't move. Something must of held her back. She waited for about 20 minutes writing and drawing in her journal. Just when she calmed down and thought she imagined it, the knocks came again, rocking the boat as loud as a base drum. She had questionable thoughts like to stick the oar in the water and when the tip hit the water there was a silent tug at the other end. She jumped back and she knocked the other oar in th the water. It floated away. She was stuck out on the lake, waiting all night long for the knockings, to come again.

Her boat drifted ashore the next morning. Her doodles and drawings are the only way we know what happened to her. On the last page written with a muddy finger were the words, “I did knock first.”

Francis by Rallen

Francis

Francis Brandywine and her family were regular visitors to Quetico Park. They enjoyed the outdoors; kayaking, tramping and camping. This trip was unusual due to the strange mystery.

A 17 year old girl named Francis Brandywine, stayed up all night until her family were fast asleep. She came out of the tent and carried her journal through the cold, misty forest. She noticed a boat, floating by the mystical lake of Quetico Park. So she made her way to the boat and rowed for 20 minutes. She looked back and was satisfied of where she was.

Francis laid there, looking at the dark blue sky and relaxed for a bit. All of a sudden, there was a knock at the bottom of the boat. Knock, Knock, Knock! Francis stood up and was shaken with fear. She shook her head, kneeled down and checked over the side of the boat, to see if anything bump or drifted  into it, however nothing was there. So she laid back down again and started thinking about the mysterious noise. Silence stretched out. The Knock came back again but it was even louder. The boat was shaking. She decided to take one of the oars and put it in the lake. There was a strong, silent tug. She jumped back, losing the other oar and now she has no options.

It was almost midnight. Francis was still there in the boat, crying. She wished that it wouldn’t happen again. But she was wrong. The knock came again but it was louder than a bass drum. Francis was jumping in the air. She couldn’t stop. She wrote in her journal the whole night. The knocking wouldn’t stop.

The next day, the boat was empty. All that was left, was her frantic drawings inside her journal. But on the last page, a wet muddy looking fingerprint, wrote

                                    “ I did knock first.”