Our story - part III (by Noelia)

The car was very old, dirty and very dark. It had tinted windows and only two uncomfortable and squeaky seats. It felt strange and cold inside. And the odour was disgusting. Alejandra tried to open the window, but the man took her hand back, looked at her with cold eyes, and said, "This is impossible, lady. The windows are always closed. I don't like when the sun comes in."

Alejandra then realised she had made a wrong decision, that she shouldn't be there. She thought that perhaps a bus would be safer, so she decided to ask the man to stop at the nearest bus stop. But he refused to do it and instead started to drive faster and take sharper turns. He didn't stop, but said, "Don't worry! You are with me, you are very safe. I'm going to the city centre and I can let you off there." Then it started to rain and she felt alone and scared. She didn't trust the man.

Our story - part II (by Alberto)

But I wish she had learnt some English, a tiny bit at least, before taking that plane. Maybe now we wouldn´t be in this situation. Maybe when she arrived at Dublin Airport she would have known where to go without having to ask strangers. Because when she arrived at the airport, that was the last time people saw Alejandra before she disappeared without a trace.

The last images that we have of her are the ones which were recorded by the airport´s security cameras. She picked up her suitcase, and when she went to the exit, she stopped in order to speak with some man. One eyewitness could hear how she tried to ask where the taxis were. The man took her hand, told her, "Sure, come with me," took her outside the airport terminal, and that was when she vanished.

Our story - part I

Please find below the first part of the story which we're going to write together over the next couple of weeks. Each student in the lower intermediate group will write one short part (the word limit is 120-200 words). Let me begin...

It was her first intercontinental flight, but Alejandra didn’t have the slightest bit of worry. Maybe apart from the fact that all she could say in English was one single word: water. Difficult to believe, yes, but that’s what she told me. Why hadn’t she taken a short course before coming over? I don’t know, I never asked. She might have thought she was moving to Dublin in order to learn English, so why would she study at home before coming here to study?