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images from my mind onto those pages.
     
    I kept the pages in poly pockets along with sketches
and a map of Northland in a black file. I would pick it up and
flick through the pages every time I saw it sitting on the desk in
my bedroom. After much deliberation I decided to let my mum read
it. She was...no…. IS, quite a creative person. I could trust her
to tell me if it was good enough to share or not. In all honesty I
was torn with that decision. Part of me wanted to share it with the
world. Let others enter my world. I wanted people to feel the same
way entering Northland as they did the first time their minds set
foot in Narnia or Middle Earth.
    The other part of me did not want to share
this hidden paradise. I didn’t want the rubbish and trash of
tourists ruining the paths and walkways. Vandalising the towns and
pissing in the streams. This was my heaven. To be enjoyed by me and
only me.
     
    A few days passed, I hadn’t mentioned it to my mum in
case she was being too polite to tell me it sucked. I would rather
not know than for that to be the case. One morning however, when I
was coming upstairs with my breakfast, mum set the local chronicle
newspaper in front of me. It was folded back with a large advert in
the middle to left of the page. In a bold blue outline said
`calling all young authors’ my eyes opened wider and I stopped
chewing. Cereal and milk dripped down my chin into a puddle of
chocolate drool as I read the article frantically. There was to be
a young writer’s competition at the Newtownards library. Submission
was to be made by the 15 th , that very day!
    I had my manuscript all made up. I readied a
black leaver arch file, made sure everything was in order and asked
mum to give me lift down into the town to submit my story. The
deadline was 12pm and it was 11:30 already! I was panicked; I threw
old clothes on and packed the manuscript, rushed to the door, threw
on my shoes and a coat and shouted for mum. I ran back into the
kitchen to see her buttering some toast with a look of confusion on
her face.
    “What are you doing? Come on, please we will
be late!” I screamed with a cry.
    “Christopher dear, I’m not even dressed, I’m
sorry” she said with her mouth full followed by a quick sip of
tea.
    “Fine then, screw this!” I shouted as I burst
through the front door. Leaving it open behind me. I ran as fast as
my legs could move, I took short cuts through my neighbours
gardens, jumping hedges and fences to reach the main road. Once I
made it through the houses and gardens I was on a home strait. I
sprinted down the hill, pulling the straps tight to my back to keep
the bag from banging about as I ran. Every now and then I would
feel behind me to make sure the book was still in there. It took a
solid 20 minutes of running as fast as I possibly could! I didn’t
stop at lights or even look twice at crossings I needed to get to
the library to submit my story. This was all that mattered. As I
came to a large junction at the bottom of the street, leading into
the town centre I could see the pedestrian lights were still green,
without stopping I ran and ran to make it across the junction
before they changed. I made it to the slip road before the middle
crossing just as the lights were flashing amber. I looked to my
right and left and calculated that if I kept going without slowing
down I would make it before the cars started to move forward.
    Jumping off the pavement onto the tarmac road
my heart was pounding faster than it had. It was a miracle it was
still in my chest. When my left foot landed on the road my senses
heightened, from the farthest peripherals of my vision I noticed a
blue Vauxhall Nova, one that failed to slow for the lights,
speeding through the now changing ones. My entire body jumped with
shock and instinctual fear as I turned my face to see it speeding
directly towards me. In that moment I knew it was over. I
envisioned my head slamming thought the wind shield, my