A Night at the Museum, by Tigiilagi Eteuati Rankin (10 years old)
Tigiilagi receives a $100 Prezzy card for their winning entry.
My friend and I had brought tickets to the Auckland war museum for a special event. We thought that we would be able to get inside at night. When we arrived at seven p.m. we saw that the door was still open. We thought that the museum was still open, but as soon as we stepped inside the door slammed behind us. “What was that?” I asked. “It was probably just the wind,” My friend Mike replied.
When we looked around we saw that we were in the dinosaur exhibit, and the worst part was that the dinosaur bones were moving. The T-rex skeleton was looking at us with a hungry grin.
“Run,” I yelled. We ran as fast as we could, but no matter how many turns we took or how fast we ran the T-rex was only a few paces behind us. Suddenly a herd of triceratops came rushing towards us with big thundering steps that shook the ground. We thought that we were doomed, but then we realised that the triceratops weren’t going for us they were going for the T-rex. While the T-rex was distracted we turned the corner and breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Well I’m glad that’s over” I puffed. “Me too” agreed Mike.
Slam! I was pushed down by a giant wave. That’s when I realised that we were in the pacific island exhibit. As I swam up I felt the sea salt burning in my eyes. As fast as I could I swam over to a waka. When I got into the waka I saw Mike climbing into the back seat of the waka. I felt the power of my ancestors coursing though my blood and as I paddled my muscles knew what to do.
All of a sudden the water started bubbling. Then a kind of sea monster rose out of the water. It was about ten feet tall, with flippers as big as great white sharks, teeth as sharp as daggers and coal black eyes. “Start paddling as fast as you can,” I barked. We paddled as fast as we could into a random door, but the monster kept following us. “Look out,” yelled Mike. A flow of lava came rushing towards us. I managed to get out of the way just in time, but the sea monster got hit on the neck. It roared in pain a horrible haunting roar.
“Look there is a house over there,” Mike said. Once we got to the house the ground started shaking and books started flying off their shelfs. One very heavy book landed on my foot. The pain felt like getting cut by a knife. ”It’s an earthquake get under the table,” I yelled. We both tried to get under the table but then we started sliding downward. Crash! The door broke under our combine weight. I dived out of the way of a sofa from the house. I dived as if I was saving a goal, but I got hit by the T-rex skeleton. It slammed into me and I fell right off the balcony and as I fell everything swirled.
Beep! Beep! Beep! “AHH” I screamed. I looked around and found that I was in my bedroom. Thank goodness it was just a nightmare,” I said, but that nightmare got me thinking …. what really does happen when it is night in the museum.