Saving the Town by Julia

Second place winner in elementary school category (Historical Hero Provoke)


I walk into my messy room and stumble over a pile of clothes. "Ugh," I mumble to myself.

I hear a "ding" from my phone so I walk over to my bed. I pick up my phone and all of a sudden I see blue lights and everything is silent. I see a light so I walk to it. It sucks me into a teleporter. I fall onto a hard brick pathway. I look around and all I see is small houses and a saloon.

I stand up and I have a little crack in my phone. Someone runs past me but doesn't notice me.

I walk around looking for people. I walk into the little saloon and see a man standing in a small corner. “Um, excuse me sir, but can you tell me where I am?" I ask.

"Young lady, do you know who I am?" the man says.

“Um…no,” I mumble quietly.

I slowly walk away and stop when I hear him say,”It's 1907.”

“What?!?” I say.

I run out of the saloon and into a horse stable. I walk into a stall then sit on a hay bale and start crying.

A little girl walks up to me and says, "Hello! What's your name?”

“My name is Natalie Jones, but you can call me Ally,” I say.

“Cool! We have the same last name!” She says.

“Wait—what’s your name?” I ask this confusing little girl.

“My name is Cecilia Jones, but you can call me Cece,” she says.

“Cece Jones,” I mumble to myself. “Oh my gosh—my great-great grandmother’s name was Cece Jones, and she was born in the 1900s. I wonder if this is is her.”

“Where are you from?” asks Cece.

“I’m from the future,” I tell her.

“What? Wow! That’s amazing!” Cece says.

I walk with Cece to her little house on a hill. She opens the little wood door and says, "Mama, Papa, we have company—and she’s from the future!”

Cece’s parents walk to the door and say, “Oh, hello! What's your name?”

"My name is Ally,” I say. They invite me in, so I walk into the old wood house. "Excuse me, what's day is it?" I ask.

"It's Tuesday, June 14th 1907" they say.

I walk into the kitchen and look for a glass of water. I get another "ding" from my phone. I look at it and it says, “Run! There's going to be a bombing attack tomorrow at 12 pm.” The message came from an unknown number. I gasp and run into the living room.

”Listen!” I say. “I just got a notification from my phone that says there's going to be a bombing attack on the town tomorrow. We have to run!"

I start pacing around the room while Cece’s parents are looking at me. "What's a phone, young lady?” Cece’s mom asks.

"Well it's thing of technology that’s—wait, why don't you know what a phone is?" I ask.

"It must have been invented in the future,” says Cece.

"Well I think we should sleep on it,” says Cece’s mom.

“Okay,” I say, “but once we wake up, we have to take everything and leave. Please just trust me on this.”

I walk up to there attic where I'll be sleeping and lie down. I close my tired, weary eyes. My legs hurt and my brain hurts from this confusing trip.

I wonder about what the future would be like if this bomb did happen versus what it would be like if it didn't.

Finally I fall asleep. I wake up to some wolves howling and trees swinging. I walk down the very creaky stairs and see Cece’s parents talking in their living room.

I think, "I don't want to interrupt them, but I don't want them to think I'm eavesdropping.” I finally decide I'm going to listen. I hear them say, “Listen, I think we should listen to her. She has a advantage because of that interesting piece of technology.”

I run back upstairs and open the window. I climb out of the window and down the roof. I'm walking around the little town and think to myself, "I must find this bomb to turn it off.” I see a weird flashing red light at the top of the town church.

“Oh, there it is! Yes!“

I run to the door and run inside and up the stairs. I open the window and take a step onto the old wood roof. I take a step onto a weak spot of wood and fall about 7 feet down into a weird hole.

“Ouch," I say. "No, no, no! Now I can't stop the bomb!" I think to myself. I hear a clipper-clopper of shoes along the brick pathway. "Cece! Is that you? Help!" I scream. I hear the clipper-clopper get closer and closer till I see Cece standing right on top of the hole.

"What are you doing down there?” she asks.

"I fell down here trying to stop the bomb,” I say loudly.

She drops a rope down into the hole and I climb out, making my dress very dirty. “Thanks, Cece!" I say. I pull Cece around a corner.

"Hey! What was that for?” she asks.

“Shhh! Don't say a word,” I say, looking at the man walking toward us. "I think that's the man who planted the bomb,” I whisper.

"Well why do you think that?" asks Cece.

"I just have a feeling,” I say.

I kneel down. “Okay, this is where I need you to stay and I'll be right back,” I say to Cece. I stand up and pat her head.

I quietly walk to the hole where I fell. "There's the bomb! It was there the whole time,” I think to myself. I slowly start climbing down to the bottom of the hole. I grab the bomb and look for a timer. "Oh my gosh! I only have 50 seconds!" I look everywhere for an off button or a string. I find two strings. One is blue and one is red. "Which one do I pull?" I slowly pull the blue string. I pull and pull and I hear the clock ticking. But then it stops. Yes! I did it! I saved this town!

I quickly climb back up the hole and get Cece. We run to Cece’s parents’ house.

“Phew, that was scary.” I go to my phone and all of a sudden I see light blue lights and everything gets silent. I drop onto my street and see my house.

“Wow, I've never been so happy to be home,” I think to myself.



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