Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 284

I gasped. He was from a year even further forward then my year. That meant the I was technically a few hundred years
older than him, even though I was 11 at that time, and he was 21.
But I had no time to lose, no time to think about these things, because he told me, “I know what you what to do now and
you have only a few more minutes to do it before it gets dark. I know you badly want to go home,” he said, very serious
now. “So quick. Get into the machine. I will go in with you. And I will press this button, then… we will both be teleported
back to where ever we came from”. I obeyed and he followed close behind. He pressed the button and then... and then…
and then I felt my warm blankets around me and I snuggled in deeper. Wait a minute, my blankets? I felt sad thinking that
my incident was just a dream. But then I turned my head and saw something that made me smile. It was Bruce’s note.
When I saw it, I knew my adventure really happened. I don’t know how it happened or even why it happened, but I knew
that I would never forget this happening.