Young Story Writer entry, ‘The Journey’ by Molly Lynch - Al Fresco Holidays
There’s nothing more exciting than arriving at a new destination… that’s exactly what Molly’s story is about in ‘My Journey’. Take a look here -
“Wake up….. were here”
I was awoken by a clammy hand poking my forehead. I groaned and pushed it away but it was persistent, so I sat up. A crossword was lying on my chest. It had been used as a blanket for the last thirty minutes. The train hadn’t stopped moving, and we were still about ten minutes away from our journeys end. This angered me. I turned to Emily.
“What do you mean? Were not there!”
She smiled at me mischievously. Her hair was half out of its bobble and she was balancing her heel on the back of her trainers. She stumbled away, probably pretending she was wearing high heels. She was always going on about her impressive array of shoes to her friends. But she was, in fact, the owner of two pairs of trainers.
“Idiot” I mumbled, under my breathe.
“Don’t call your sister an idiot Hope.” A voice said from behind me.
My father was sat there, reading the newspaper. He didn’t look up to scold me, he just carried on staring at the words, obviously taking none of it in, but it made him feel professional, in the midst of all these business people. I turned back to face the front, rolling my eyes.
We were on our way to Scotland. I had never been before, and from what I have heard its nothing but a field with a few rivers. In other words, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Dad told me to go into it with an open mind.
“After all” he had said. “Its only for a couple of months.”
I suppose when he produced the train tickets I was excited. I liked trains. Which, I have always been ashamed of, as I am a teenage girl, not a snotty nosed boy. But I did like them. I liked the way you could see the hills rolling by, and the rivers and lakes always looked so much better from a train window than a car. I always thought it
looked magical, but it was hard to enjoy this journey with a seven year old who doesn’t appreciate things like that. She had gone to find the toilet, so I could no longer here the obnoxious:
“Are we there yet?” Every five seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Quiet. For the next two minutes.
Travelling was monotonous. No doubt about it. But when you are greeted with your destination, it all seems worth the wait. When I could see the train station, I knew straight away I was wrong. Scotland wasn’t going to be boring. It was just going to be different, a change. I smiled as I stared out of the window. I smiled as I got up. I smiled as I grabbed my little sisters hand and we jumped off the train together. I smiled as I retrieved my luggage from Dad. And I smiled because, I didn’t mind moving anymore. This was going to be an adventure.