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To
me the word dream means your ambition for life, what
occupation you want to do when you finish college. It also
means something that you want to happen but is too good to
be true such as riches ,fame and fantasies. Although some
people’s dreams come true, most people’s dreams are just
things that a person hopes would happen but never does.
My dream is to be a writer
and hasn’t changed since I was in Year 2.It all started in
year 2 with our teacher Mr. Slyney .He was really keen on
story writing and had a “story time” everyday. During this
time he would read us a few chapters of a book, which was
usually Goosebumps, Wicked or Fear Street, and then give us
some time to write our own stories. When we finished he
would mark it and give us all a sticker. At that time
everyone in my class including myself wanted to be a
storywriter. But along the years, many things came and went
and most of my friends didn’t want to be a writer anymore.
Now most of my friends want to be computer programmers and
technicians but I still want to be an writer. I felt that no
matter what, I would still want to be writer.
I have also decided to
take a different approach to this competition by writing a
small part of a story I wrote for the competition (This is
all I wrote, I haven’t continued it yet) .Being that I only
had a little over a week to do it, it isn’t the best I can I
do but is the best I can do in such a short amount of time.
IN THE
FUTURE!
Deet-Deet!Deet-Deet!
The alarm was like a
jackhammer to my head. I groaned and felt for the snooze
button but nothing was there. My hands felt thin air.
No alarm clock? No bedside
table?
I opened my eyes .Ahh! A
streak of light struck my eyes. My eyes closed on reflex. I
was blinded for a few seconds.
I slowly opened my eyes
again .I was still gazed but at least I could see again.
Deet-Deet!Deet-Deet!
Argh! Where was that
annoying alarm clock? I looked around and…..
My heart stopped.
I was staring at a large
rectangular display panel. It was like those new plasma
screens but instead of being stuck to the wall it seemed to
be part of the wall itself.
I cautiously walked to it,
not knowing what to do. I studied the Large Display panel.
It read “7:53am” in large bold flashing Letters.
On the bottom there was a
smaller rectangular display panel with buttons on the screen
.I had seen these before at the local electronics store.
They were a new technology called touch screens. I read the
buttons the aloud to myself.”Window, Door, Lights, Time,
,Central Control, and Other.
I turned around and
surveyed my …room. Or at least what I thought was my room.
The room was nearly empty apart from a large coffin like
object which I assumed was my bed, a kitchen with a
refrigerator, microwave etc., a worktable, a chair and
couch. The walls were a dull metallic
colour.
The floor was covered by thin pale blue coloured carpet.
There was also a small walled off area which I assumed was
the toilet and shower.
I surveyed the room again
and realized that this wasn’t my room! Not even close!
I started to panic .Before
I had been too engrossed in the display panel to think about
where I was. A wave of panic suddenly hit me! My head was
flooded by questions. Where was 1? How did I get here? Where
are my parents? Am I dreaming or is this real? How do I get
out of here? My head was about to bust. My brain was going
to overload.
I couldn’t think! All I
could think of was to get out of this place…this cell.
I searched the room for a
way out. There! I raced to a large black panel in the wall.
A door! Had to be!
I tried to open it but I
couldn’t. It had no handle, no lever, no nothing! I pounded
the door in frustration but nothing happened.
Then I noticed a small
black screen on the door with the faint outline of a hand.
I had seen this thing in
movies. You put your hand on them and it automatically reads
your finger prints.
I hurriedly pressed my
hand against the screen and waited. Nothing happened!
Suddenly a voice boomed from somewhere above my head.
“ACESS DENIED! YOU ARE
NOT READY TO GO TO WORK!” said a metallic computer voice.
Work? When did I go to
work? I’m only 13.
I pressed my hand against
the screen again but the same thing happened again.
ARGH! Why doesn’t it let
me out!
I lost my temper and
pounded the door with my clenched fists.
That was when I noticed
that my fist didn’t exactly look like they did yesterday.
I stopped pounding the
door and studied my fist.
It was big, rough and had
veins that pumped across my muscular forearm.
My heart stopped while my
brain tried to process the information.
That…that hand was a hand
of a full grown man.
As soon as the information
got through my head, my heart started pumping again, but at
an record breaking speed. It sent me into frenzy. I searched
the polished steel door for a reflection, a reflection of
the 13 year old me, the one I saw everyday before I went to
school. I searched and searched for a reflection. Finally,
there!
I saw my black eyes, my
short black hair, my oval shaped face my…
My day old beard, my
muscular 6 foot frame…
The James staring back at
me was an adult! Not old old but at least 10 years older
than the boy I had been the night before.
My head was going to
explode, my heart was beating at a million times per second!
I raked my brain for a sane
explanation but found nothing! Maybe I was insane?
I studied my reflection
again and noticed that I was wearing weird plain blue
pyjamas.with
white socks. Not my style! Nowhere near what I would to
wear.
Suddenly there was a loud
sound. ”BEEP-BEEP!” I jerked my head in the direction of the
sound and found myself staring at the display panel. There
words were flashing on the screen. It said “Hurry up! Work
is starting in 10 minutes!” There were a few options on the
touch screen. I read them out to myself.” view daily
procedure, view schedule and quit. I pressed daily procedure
and the 3 options were replaced 2 new ones. Automatic and
Manual. I had no idea what it meant so I just pressed
automatic.
That was when the horror
began!
Suddenly I heard the
humming of a machine.
The floor I was standing
on suddenly opened beneath me. Ahh! I closed my eyes and
braced myself for the fall. But nothing happened. I felt a
piece of metal slide under my foot..
I opened my eyes and found
myself moving…moving towards the sink?.
I was frozen in shock. How
am I moving forward without moving my legs. I looked at my
legs and saw…saw the floor moving?
What? Floors don’t move!
Not in my century at least.
I rubbed my eyes to make
sure I was seeing correctly.
Yes I’m. I must be really
going insane!
I closed my eyes and
tried to clear my mind .Tried to just simply forget about
everything, tried to make myself sane again.
Suddenly there was a loud
sound. BEEP! It brought me back to my senses. I had been so
engrossed in talking to myself that I just forgot about the
outside world.
I opened my eyes and
found myself facing a steel cupboard.
A voice boomed from above,
FINAL STOP: PROTECTIVE CLOTHING. Please step inside the
circle. I stepped inside the small circle. Automatic or
manual, asked a metallic computer voice. Urrr…manual. I had
no idea what would happen if I had said automatic. The
computer might accidentally choke me and anyway I’m still
capable of dressing myself. The cupboard door opened to
reveal a light blue jumpsuit,a sleek light blue helmet and a
belt. After a lot of putting on and off, I finally managed
to put my jumpsuit on properly. Phew!One down two to go!
Now I had to figure out to
put on a helmet .It was surprisingly easy. I press a button
on the side and it opened up like a normal bicycle helmet. I
put it on my head and pressed the button. The window closed
over my face blocking my source of air. Ahh! I couldn’t
breathe! I clawed my hemet for the release button but
couldn’t find it.Suddenly there was a sound and oxygen
started filling up my helmet.AHH!I could breathe again.
Next was the belt which
was exactly like a normal belt. Not hard at all
Feeling more confident in
my new jumpsuit, I strolled to the door and placed my hand
on the display panel.
ACESS ALLOWED! PLEASE
PROCEED!
The steel door opened to
reveal a long corridor with many doors like mine leading
what I presume are other people’s rooms. I strolled
confidently down the corridor when …Bang!
I slamed head on into
person who was just leaving his room. I staggered backwards.
”Sorry”I said with a small grin.Didn’t see where I was
going!”
Bang! He punched my helmet
straight on knocking me to the ground. Suddenly blackness
engulfed my eyes until I could see nothing.The last thing I
felt was someone holding my feet together and pulling me
somewhere. Before I flew off the face of the earth, I heard
a distant voice saying” We should through him in the trash.
TO
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