Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 95

The Time Traveler of Shanghai
Carmel School Association Primary, Mogelof, Jack - 11
Chapter 1
I
t would be the last time I would have to worry about paying bills. The black and white checkered flag is reaching
out to me. I can almost feel the smooth golden trophy placed into my eager hands. I push the pedal down harder,
gaining more speed by the second. My hot and sweaty hands grasp the wheel harder as I prepare for the final
stretch. I see the crowd of anxious fans staring down at the line of cars behind me. One hundred meters between
me and my destiny. Ninety meters. I can hear the cars on my tail, fighting for their last chance at victory. Fifty
meters, I concentrate more, push the pedal even harder.
Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...
I hear the muffled voices of nurses and doctors. I open up my eyes, all I see is white. I am on an old, hard bed. One
of the nurses comes over to me when she sees I’m awake. Her clothes are wrinkled, but her smile lights up the
whole room.
“Good morning sir,” She says in a sweet, soft voice.
“Where am I?” I ask.
“Oh you’re at the Shanghai General Hospital,” she replies.
“Wait, How? What happened to me?” She opens the file cabinet next to my bed, grabs a beige folder, and says,
”We don’t know, but you were lying down on the street when our Buick ambulance came and got you.”
“Lying on the street? That’s weird and did you just say Buick? Aren’t those kinds of ambulances from the late 30s?” I
say, confused, thinking back to my history classes in 7th grade.
“Yes, but we’re in the late 30s.”