Nightmare Holiday

The Nightmare Holiday

It was November the twelfth and we had arrived in Paris. We were just finished unpacking our clothes when we decided to go to Euro Disney. We went on all of the giant roller-coasters and some of the great rides. We won lots of teddies and took part in lots of games. We went on a tour around Paris on a double decker bus and made a stop at the Eiffel tower and we were amazed by the size of the Tower. It was so much bigger than we thought it would be.

That evening we decided to go to see Robin Hood, a play, in a huge theatre. Afterwards, we went for a meal in a lovely restaurant and had a great view of the beautiful city of Paris from there. There were so many bright lights and lovely buildings to see. All of the people we met were so nice and happy.

We went back to the hotel and we all had a great night’s sleep. We got up very early the next morning as we couldn’t wait for our second day in Paris! After our hearty breakfast of Chocolate filled croissants and fresh orange juice we set off to explore the city. We decided to go back to Euro Disney and we had a brilliant day there.

On Friday night on the way home we stopped off at a lovely restaurant to have our dinner. We chose one where we could see the street outside and it was across the street from a big theatre called ‘Le Bataclan’.

Half way through our dinner we saw a group of men arrive in a small car. They were all dressed in black and looked a bit scary. I didn’t like the look of them. They all went into the theatre very quickly. I went back to eating my meal. After about fifteen minutes they were a lot of loud bangs and suddenly police cars were everywhere with sirens screaming and lights flashing.

Armed Police ran into the restaurant and told all of us to go to the back of the building and stay there ready to be evacuated. We were petrified and just wanted to go home. The French Army were outside the front of the restaurant and there were a lot more shots fired inside the theatre. Ambulances were starting to arrive and we knew that there must be people injured. Everybody in the restaurant was told to stay really quiet and not to move about. This was really hard on the small children and my brothers were crying. I was shaking like a leaf.

After what seemed like an eternity we were told we would all be going out a back door into a waiting army truck. While we were going out we could hear people screaming and shots being fired but the police kept telling us that we would be alright and just to keep going into the truck. I was as white as a ghost because I thought we were going to be taken to a police station. When we were all loaded up the truck sped away and we were taken back to our hotel which was also surrounded by police and the army.

All of a sudden our wonderful family holiday had turned into my worst nightmare.

The next morning we heard on the news that a lot of people had been shot. We just wanted to get back home. My parents arranged an earlier flight and we were back in Ireland on Saturday evening.

We will never forget Friday the thirteenth of November and all of the misfortunate people who were shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.


By William Cronin, 6th Class

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