Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 38

New Journeys to the West
Cheung Chuk Shan College, Ng, Cecilia - 15
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he sound of waves became louder and louder, it seemed that it was almost time for arrival. I took a
quick look out of the window, the light of the city like the stars brought the brightness to the
island. I hop down the ship and started the journey on the island I never knew.
The people there had blonde hair like topaz, unlike me I had black hair like the coals. They were speaking
in a language I didn’t 100% know. I could sense someone giggling at me though. I was starving and tired so
I thought I should go to an inn to have some rest. Luckily I knew the word inn, in their language and could
find one easily.
I booked a space in the inn, even though there rooms were small and moody, the bed was hard, the inn was
old but the workers there were nice which made me feel pleased and comfortable. They had delicious dishes
too. I liked the baked potato with sour cream and the mac and cheese. I didn’t want to leave. But I needed
to go tomorrow. I finished the meal and slept and covered myself in my thick black coat.
I left the inn really early at like 4:00 am and tried not to make a sound before I left. I found a hill and
reached the top of it. I only found one peak insight. So I rushed in that direction as fast as I could. It was
4:30 when I arrived, but it seemed hard to reach the top easily. But I still tried to do it and saw if I could
reach the top before 6:00 am. It was hard to reach the top on time with my heavy belongings and it started
snowing which made it harder and harder. My heart pumped faster and I found it harder to breathe until I
reached the top finally.
It was 6:00 am and the sun came out, that’s what I wanted to see. On this snowy day watching a sunrise was
amazing and also exciting. Eve