Winner of Moontrug’s ‘sunrise’ creative writing competition

For the past few months Moontrug has been sent some AMAZING stories for the ‘sunrise’ creative writing competition. The brief was as follows: Find out what time the sun rises where you are: Click Here For Sunrise Times.  Find a place where you know you will be able to see the sunrise (from a window in your house or even better – outside in the garden or on top of a hill) then set your alarm.  Give yourself plenty of time to get to your chosen place before the rest of the world wakes up – and then watch.  See the sun come up, watch the colours change, listen to the silence and the stillness. And then write your story (it can be any length so long as in some way your story features a sunrise). But there was one entry that literally blew Moontrug away, from an 11-year-old ‘author-in-the-making’ called Annabelle Ndiwe. A signed copy of Jasper Fforde’s brilliant The Last Dragonslayer is on its way to her and in the meantime, here is her story…

Reflections
 by Annabelle Ndiwe

sunrise

I tried to run away again yesterday.

 

I failed. I really thought that I could make it but, as per usual, when I got to the airport the police showed up, again. And took me home in their van, again. And gave me a pamphlet explaining the importance of not making my parents worry, again. I swear I’ve got about a hundred of those now. They’re all irrelevant though: the people ‘worrying’ weren’t my parents, they were my adopted jailers. My parents died ten years ago in a car accident. As did my freedom, happiness and recognition for the world. I threw my ‘leaving’ duffel bag back under my bed. One day. I mean I do still do things, if you count six hours of homework from my three home tutors. Sometimes I feel like Rapunzel. I’m trapped in a tower room of a life all because of one person’s mistake and now I just need a prince to climb up my social defence wall, kill my wicked adopted parents and whisk me away from this place.

 

As I stare out of my bedroom window, my only connection to the outside world, I watch the sun set. Like a glorious hero or a pop star performing, it puts on quite a show. The sun drags down in the west. The dark clouds of the evening overrun the sky but the focus remains on the sun. Slowly, while exuding the last bursts of its light, the sun tucks itself away. It falls. Sometimes I wish I was the sun. Everybody loves you. You make a difference and matter. And when you fall you’re missed.

 

When I fall, no one will care.

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I can always tell when the sunrise is coming; the scarce clouds in the east tint pink and pale light floods into the gap under them. I wait, shivering with apprehension in the cold and early morning. As I drag my eyes across the skyline I smile because hardly anyone is up. That’s why I love this time of day. The sky in the east is getting pinker and pinker and pinker as if an invisible paintbrush is colouring it in. Hardly anything moves at this time. All the trees are motionless, no people run around busy with their lives, only a few buses and vans pass by on the road. It’s perfect. I can forget everything in the endlessly far sky.

 

The air at this time of day is so strange. So free and untainted. It’s the same with the sounds. All you hear is a few bird calls from time to time. In fact the most defined sound is my own breathing. The wind, though not moving the trees, caps it all off. The conductor of the early morning orchestra.

 

Orange light floods over the east horizon, bringing the world closer to the day. Gray clouds compress the orange light but I know the sunrise will prevail. The protagonist always wins but you need a fight before the end. Shy at first, the sun peeks out a bit before gradually coming out of its shell. It rises like phoenix from the ashes that it left when it last set. The sky erupts with colour; an amber halo surrounding the rising sphere. And just like it’s meant to, it claims its place as king of the sky.

 

Watching the sunrise is so inspiring but today is the last time I’m watching it from my bedroom. I’ve decided that today is the day. I shut the window and reach for the duffel bag under my bed. For years now I’ve planned to leave. And today I will rise.

 

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As I sit by the window on my flight I can’t help but feel like crying. Not because I’m sad but because I’m happy. I’m finally free, I’m finally leaving. As I flick through the inflight magazine it starts to rain outside. Raindrops run down the window pane chasing each other. In a way, I’m kind of just like them: falling out of my clouded old lifestyle and on to a clear new one. In about nine hours I’ll be in Vancouver with my cousin Sasha. I tense up as the flight takes off. I love that weird feeling that you get, like you’re frozen in place. Soon enough we’re soaring through the clouds but the rain didn’t let up. I could see all the landmarks: Big Ben; The Houses of Parliament; and The London Eye. They all look so inferior. I felt like I was on top of the world. And I was on top, of my world. I could make my own decisions now and be free. I don’t care if I have to go to regular school or do chores or get a really sucky job. The important thing is that I’m going to be happy. I haven’t been happy for a long time.

As I sit by the window on my flight I can’t help but feel like crying. Not because I’m sad but because I’m happy. I’m finally free, I’m finally leaving. As I flick through the inflight magazine it starts to rain outside. Raindrops run down the window pane chasing each other. In a way, I’m kind of just like them: falling out of my clouded old lifestyle and on to a clear new one. In about nine hours I’ll be in Vancouver with my cousin Sasha. I tense up as the flight takes off. I love that weird feeling that you get, like you’re frozen in place. Soon enough we’re soaring through the clouds but the rain didn’t let up. I could see all the landmarks: Big Ben; The Houses of Parliament; and The London Eye. They all look so inferior. I felt like I was on top of the world. And I was on top, of my world. I could make my own decisions now and be free. I don’t care if I have to go to regular school or do chores or get a really sucky job. The important thing is that I’m going to be happy. I haven’t been happy for a long time.

 

As I look back outside at the rain I can’t help but think, isn’t it funny how the weather reflects me perfectly.

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