Metro journey in 2036
By Chelsea Coulter and Lily Hamilton
It is a sunny day in August and I stood and waited for my metro. It was late, as usual. I looked at my phone and sighed. I’m due to meet my friends at Whitley Bay in an hour. Looks like I’ll be late! Finally, after what seems an age, the groaning old metro pulls up to Walkergate station. I jump on.
Yawning, I count how many stops it is to Whitley Bay. I sit down and yawn again. I shouldn’t have stayed up after one last night. Then the metro stops… the driver speaks over the intercom. Says something about there being a problem on the tracks. Wearily, I pull out my phone to text my friends to let them know I’ll be a little late. Little being an understatement.
After about half an hour, the metro shudders to life again. Once we get going, I find myself being swept off to sleep by the rhythm of the metro’s wheels against the track. When I wake up, I don’t recognise my surroundings, so I check my phone and jump up in astonishment. Its past one o’clock- the time I was meant to meet the girls!
I still don’t recognise where I am after searching round the metro about a million times. I look out the window and discover I’m over 100 feet above the ground. The metro pulls to a stop outside a station. As I step off the metro, I find myself in a bubble floating down to the concrete road. As I reach the ground, my bubble pops and I look around, properly, for the first time. I get a wave of de-ja vu. I feel, deep down that I’ve been here before. I try to remember what I was doing on the metro in the first place, but for some reason, the memories have just flown from my mind, like a bird flying from a tree when it gets scared.
I decide to walk to a big building in the centre of the square. As I’m waking, people start to stare at me, for what appears to be no reason at all. When I get there, I look around for someone to help me, and a friendly looking man comes toward me.
“Can I help you, young lady?” he inquires.
“Well, I don’t really remember a lot…” I answered. And I start to tell my story.
“Why don’t you go and lie down for a while? I’ll come and check on you in a few hours. Maybe you’ll remember something, once you’ve had a nice sleep?”
So that’s what I did.
“The next stop is Whitley Bay” came a mechanical voice, disturbing me out of my deep sleep.
I jolt up. I’m at Whitley Bay and my friends are at the station waiting for me. It was all just a dream…