F2F Class Notes (Tony) [W]

Writing exercise

I’ve been living on Mars since I was eight. Ten years ago, people on earth were attacked by an unspecific virus, which might be probably released by a terrorist organization in the Middle East. Almost everyone in the world got killed at the time, but some kids were mysteriously immune to this virus somehow, and I am one of them.
After this terrible nightmare, all the living people were trapped in a military base, including the armies and the scientists. At first, there were over a thousand kids there, we studied during the daytime and played before going to bed. Comparing to the old life, the only difference was that we weren’t allowed to go out. It was the most pleasant memory I remembered before I got to Mars, because weeks later I found out something even worse was happening.
Five children were brought to the experiment labs every day and never been seen to comeback. I assumed they treated them in an extremely cruel way, like cutting the scalps or abdomens off to study why they were so special to immune that virus. Every middle of night I cuddled up in the corner, hearing the screaming from the labs. Maybe the government was trying to find an approach to defeat the virus, but viewing from my side, it was just a complete murder. Fortunately, my parents were both the greatest scientists and survived in this war, I guessed that was the reason I wasn’t been chosen. But six months later, there were only a few kids left, and I was getting the sense that I would be the next one.
Before the day I was brought to the lab, I heard that my father was been shoot due to preventing the government from “killing” me. I didn’t even have time to feel grief, my mother found me and whisked me away on a mini spaceship, giving me her engagement ring and the Robot-bird my dad made for me when I was five. She kissed my forehead with tears all over her face and hugged me tightly just like the way she wouldn’t see me again. Without saying goodbye, she started the spaceship. Until then I noticed the navigation was leading me to Mars.


I’ve been living on Mars since I was eight. Ten years ago, people on earth were attacked by an unknown virus, which might have been released by a terrorist organization in the Middle East. Almost everyone in the world got killed at the time, but some kids were mysteriously immune to this virus somehow, and I am one of them.
After this terrible nightmare, all the people still living were trapped in a military base, including the armies and the scientists. At first, there were over a thousand kids there, we studied during the daytime and played before going to bed. Compared to the old life, the only difference was that we weren’t allowed to go out. It was the most pleasant memory I had before I got to Mars, because weeks later I found out something even worse was happening.
Five children were brought to the experimental labs every day and were never seen again. I assumed they treated them in an extremely cruel way, like cutting their scalp off or slicing into their abdomens to study why they were immune to that virus. Every night I cuddled up in the corner, hearing screams from the labs. Maybe the government was trying to find an approach to defeat the virus, but from my perspective, it was simply murder. Fortunately, my parents were both the greatest scientists and survived in this war, I guessed that was the reason I wasn’t chosen. But six months later, there were only a few kids left, and I was getting the sense that I would be the next one.
Before the day I was brought to the lab, I heard that my father had been shot while he was trying to save me. I didn’t even have time to grieve(V), my mother found me and whisked me away on a mini spaceship, giving me her engagement ring and the Robot-bird my dad made for me when I was five. She kissed my forehead with tears all over her face and hugged me tightly as if she wouldn’t see me again. Without saying goodbye, she started the spaceship. I didn’t notice the navigation was leading me to Mars until then.

Grammar

Might have done – past tense maybe

eg: Chuyi might’ve eaten your breakfast

must have done – past tense certainly

eg: It must’ve been Chuyi, she definitely ate your breakfast.

might be – for future

eg: He might be your husband someday.

eg: You might have your own cat someday.