"Yeah, I'm just glad that we can finally go back to school!"
"The new peace treaty has really made a difference around here"
"Cute teddy bear!!"
"WHICH ONE OF YOU IS MALALA?!?!"
I am on the school bus on the way home, talking to my friends. It was a seemingly normal day. "The last thing I remember is thinking about my exam the next day. After that, everything wentblack."
“It’s my face, And I acceptit. Now, you must accept it, too.”
"I don’t remember the other man jumping onto the tailboard and leaning into theback, where we were all sitting. I never heard him ask, “Who is Malala?”
“Your face, Will it get better?”
"And I didn’t hear thecrack, crack, crack of the three bullets."
I woke up fuzzy-headed in a place I did not know. I didn't know where my family was, and all I had to comfort me was a green Teddy bear that I had never seen before. "These images seemed very real, yet I knew they couldn’t all be. But somehow I had ended up inthis place called Birmingham, in a room full of machines, with only the green teddy bear at my side."
When I woke up from resting, I finally saw my family! I was so happy to see everyone! They filled me in on what had happened. I learned that I had been shot by the Taliban and that I had been flown to England so that I could be treated by Dr. Fiona. Then, my mother asked me if my face would go back to normal. After that, she recited a few lines from the Holy Quran.
It was late so my family had gone back to their apartment, but Dr. Fiona stayed with me and we were watching the TV. After what had happened, they were talking about me, on the news! "The Taliban shot me to try to silence me. Instead, the whole world was listening to my messagenow." And on top of that, I was receiving letters, and presents from all over the world wishing me a fast recovery! I even got a message from Angelina Jolie!