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Welcome to History with Sarah! Today, we are talking about Alcatraz. Lately, we have been learning about Alcatraz by reading articles and watching videos. I decided that I’d write it in first person view of the escapee, Frank Morris. I hope you enjoy my short story. 🙂

My heart was pounding. It was complete silence. I was waiting for this ever since I been brought to this filthy island. Tonight, I was planning to get my freedom.

It all started when Mr. Allen West, Clarence, and John Anglin decided to leave this death trap. We secretly plotted at night, in the still and silent darkness. Our plan was inventive, truly one of a kind. 

We started stealing spoons, every chance we had. Also, we created a power drill out of a vacuum cleaner. The tools helped dig a hole in the vent. This was very painful and energy consuming, but we made a hole big enough to crawl through. Guards and wardens didn’t find out what we were up to. Guess we were too clever for them. They believed painting was my hobby, so I ordered brushes, paints, and things a mere painter would use, I made fake selections of the wall to cover up the holes in the cell.

Tomorrow, we’d escape, but how would the guards not come after us? Clever me, I made fake dummy heads out of random things I could find. I took hair from a barber shop to make it look realistic. In the dim light, it looked real as it could be. 

I tucked the head into my bed. Everything was ready. Although, Mr. West couldn’t get out of his cell. We didn’t have time to waste, so we left him. The Anglin brothers and I carefully made it out. Avoiding watch, climbing down the pipes without making a peep. I had a lot of emotions, but fear wasn’t one of them. I believed that we could make it. 

A 12-foot fence between me and the world. No one had made it passed the freezing currents. We climbed the fence as quick as possible, blew the raft up, and paddled away. The salty air blew post my face, knowing that this would be the last time I’d be seen, but freedom was right there. We made it safely to shore and went our separate ways. Nowhere to be seen again.

Now, everyone believes I’m still alive or drowned. People claimed to have seen me and the other escapees, but is it true? Did I, Frank Morris, make it? Well, no one knows for sure. 

I hope you enjoyed reading my short story as I did writing it. Thanks! See you next week Bai!💜