The Lost Town Journal
“Ace, you sleeping again?” I woke up to the sound of Sam calling out my name from the geographical section of books in the library. “No, just dozed off for a while. How far are we?” “Quite far from what we need,” Sam replied. Winter was just setting in, and just like all other schools, ours too had burdened us with a group project and bid us farewell into our winter vacations. Luckily, they let us pick a partner of our choice, which in my case happens to be my best friend Sam. The topics were randomized for each group, so the topic assigned to us was, “Write something unique about your town.” One week into our vacation, we had searched everything—every website, every book, every newspaper—we even visited the town library, but to no good. Old parks, museums, lakes, and forests—but nothing quite special or appealing enough to write about for the assignment. We needed something, something unique enough to grab the attention of the teachers and stud...
