Rocket Ship

• Eumin Shin, Grade 9, Baulkham Hills High School -
• Short Story
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Write Along 2018' competition

We’re going on a trip in our favourite rocket ship
I knew this was my chance to make a difference. To set an example. Without hesitation I stood up and walked down the aisle, people occasionally throwing me worried and confused glances. Even though I knew that the clothes I was wearing were questionable and probably not the best place to wear them, I believed it represented the great power I was born to have. Surprisingly, no-one stopped me as I opened the door. I thought at least one person would have stopped me in my steps to success but I guess everyone could tell how important I was. As soon as I opened the door, I was met with a control panel which was being used by the two pilots.

Zooming through the sky, little Einsteins
Before one of them could say anything, I punched both of them unconscious and dragged them to the door and locked it. I sat in one of the seats and stared at the million buttons facing me, each one having a different purpose. Although I knew it was too late to start doubting myself, I nervously checked that the door was locked and the pilots were still unconscious. Trying to calm myself, I went over the plan I had created and started to get to work.

Climb aboard, get ready to explore
This was what I was born to be. A man of great power and potential, able to influence the world. Not someone who was mistaken as a mental asylum patient. No. I was born to do great things. From the way I was flying the air plane, I knew the stewardess and passengers would be unsure of what was happening but I had to keep going. Soon enough, there was a knock on the door but I ignored it and kept concentrating on the plane. Before I knew it, I thrust the nose wheel downwards, making the plane unforgivably plummet, giving me a rush of adrenaline. In the background, I could hear the screams and the yells of the passengers but I had to be focused. This was it. This was the end. As we flew down, I closed my eyes.

There’s so much to find, little Einsteins
I could see the headlines of tomorrow morning’s news - “Mental asylum patient hijacks and crashes plane, killing himself and a hundred other passengers”. Goodbye world.