So this is the story I wrote when I was about 10 years old. I found it recently in an old folder on my mum's computer.
It's called:
"FORWARD TO THE PAST" (like back to the future, but opposite) although the document is actually called "Let's Do The Time Warp Again" and underneath "FORWARD TO THE PAST" it says "Let's do the time warp again (and then go back in time and do it again)" in wordart. The story begins.
Oh hi you’re ummm already here, I haven’t exactly come up with a beginning so this might take a while. Call me Ishmael. Nope too whaley. Years back Harry Potter was just an ordinary boy. Nope too magical. Once upon a time. Nope too fairy tale. OK this time I’ve got it. In the near future a little boy called Mark was in for a big adventure. Phew I finally got to the end of the beginning. You know this reminds me of the year 1936 when all the, what, don’t leave me please …
Mark was a kid, an 11-year-old boy from London who was born at 6.66 in the morning (the hospital couldn’t afford good clocks) on 6th of June 2006(6.6.6 freaky huh) and weighed to 6lb 6oz and his first word was six. He was walking across the road to get to Sainsbury’s. (His Mum needed more toilet paper and teabags). Just as he reached a zebra crossing he waited and let it cross and then started to cross the road when, a bright flash of light met his eyes and he instinctively jumped for cover. Unluckily for him he jumped into a lamppost and woke up about an hour later in a hospital bed. An odd looking man stood over him. “Who are you?” asked “I am professor snow and need a boy like you for a mission” The odd looking man said. “What’s the time”? Asked Mark. Snow answered “56:92 according to the clock. I have informed your mum about your condition and she says you can come along.”
“What condition?” Mark asked getting worried. “Air condition” replied the professor “nah I’m joking, you mark haggis are destined to come back in time with me to Wales” replied prof Snow
“That’s where my mum used to live!” exclaimed Mark
“Yes I know” replied the prof “She met you when she was young because you travelled in time”.
“But I haven’t travelled yet!” shouted Mark losing his patience.
“Oh but you have my dear boy, the space time continuum is a strange thing, it’s also a strange spelling, you know I was quite the speller in my day.”-
“Sure so lets go” shouted Mark pulling fistfuls of his hair out.
“Ok I’ll just do this this this and this and we’ll be off to the
Swinging sixties”!
Mark who had never heard of the “swinging sixties”
Asked the professor what it was
“My dear boy” said the professor” what do they teach you at school
“Maths, literacy and other stuff more boring than watching paint dry”.
“It was a rhetorical question” said the prof impatiently
Mark hopped into the machine and typed in 1billion ad
But as soon as he had he realised it was a big miskate.
Yes miskate should be spelt mistake but I told you it was a big mistake.
“Don’t press that”! exclaimed the professor.
And that's where I probably lost interest in making it.