A Boy, A Dream And A Ravine

• Chey Sleeman, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2014

Someone had told me when I was younger, I could grow up to be someone different, like a leader or someone to help show the world it wasn't just us out in the billions of galaxies out there. I liked the sound of that so I did something about it. Everyday after a hard day at high school being the kid I was it was hard for me to get around as bullies would always catch up to me and call me names. I liked to call my self quirky and special, although that sounds stupid and a bit idiotic I didn't care because that's who I was. I would usually ride home on a path that was full of insects and animals that had funny names. I loved it, I would usually stop for a quick break and eat anything I had spare from lunch but one day I decided not to and I chose the right moment. After my usual quick snack I would usually head to the highest hill and grab my binoculars out. But this time I when to the plains. Most days I would stay out there until late and get shouted at when I get home. But that didn't matter because when I was there it made me feel like I was the only person in the world and a thick warm blanket would cover me. At times I would just laugh for no reason as I loved it and every second of it. You may think having no friends to share this special moment could be quite boring but it isn't I have the stars and what ever lives in the skies to share it with me. Sometimes I find a shooting star and make a wish to hope one day I can be something known globally. Not the weird kid who takes his binoculars everywhere he goes. Although I had hint that this wasn't going to happen so I decided to do something, I chased after it. I chased after a shooting star. I didn't care who saw me or if I doubted my self in doing so I just ran, ran like a cheetah catching its prey but I was the cheetah and the star was my prey. But who knew that all this could lead to a fractured leg and two days in mother natures own solitaire confinement down in a ravine. When I had first fell down I was in agonising pain which lead to mood swings thinking that I wouldn't be able to get out alive. So I slept, slept like I was in a coma and woke up early the next morning. And I continued this for another day, it was hard work being a cheetah. It had been 2 days after I woke up without electricity or company although company was what I least needed right now. I don't want to worry about anyone else but me, I know it sounds greedy but I can't really change my mind when I'm stuck down in a ravine. I needed to do something for food and my own survival. I felt thirsty and my head was throbbing like I had smashed a rock into it as I was falling. Bruises covered my legs and when ever I would pick my self up I would fall back down. I needed an idea. Then that's when it came to me, what if I didn't have an idea. What if I was lazy and didn't think at all. I tried this and you'll guess what happened. Something amazing happened.