The Most Amazing Place in the World - (Excerpt)
by Hayley Hunkin
Most of the time, I like school. But, today, Mr McAuley, gave us the worst homework ever. Next week, we must give a speech about the most amazing place in the world.
The trouble is that I’ve never been anywhere. My best friend, Angela, has been to France and England on holidays. The boy who sits next to me, Edward, has been to six different countries with his family. Kim has been to Asia many times. Willow spent her last holidays snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef.
‘No one will listen to my speech,’ I thought miserably.
When I got home, I asked Mum where the most amazing place in the world was. She told me about a cruise she’d gone on with her family when she was a girl.
‘We went to this amazing island, Isle de Pines, where the water was so clear we could see the fish swimming between our legs and the islanders cooked us mango wrapped in leaves. Delicious!’ Mum licked her lips.
Cooked mango doesn’t taste that wonderful.
When Dad came home, I asked him where the most amazing place in the world was. He told me about the time he’d ridden a motorbike around Tasmania with his mate. He told me about it all through dinner and then got out his old photo album to show me after dinner.
Maybe it was just the old, yellowing photos taken on film instead of a digital camera, but it sure didn’t look amazing to me.
Mum suggested I call my grandparents because they had travelled through Europe.
‘My favourite place was Amsterdam,’ Poppy said. ‘The city had amazing architecture.’
I looked at pictures of Amsterdam online and yawned.
Nanny said she loved the city of Venice. ‘You travel by gondolas between the buildings.’
Boats make me feel nauseous.
I still didn’t know what to talk about the night before the speeches were due. I had asked everyone I knew about the most amazing places they’d visited. There was nowhere I wanted to talk about. Without going myself, I couldn’t get excited about someone else’s amazing place.
‘If only I could go back in time, or go somewhere no one else has ever been,’ I thought to myself as I punched the pillows despondently trying to get to sleep. ‘Wouldn’t it be something to be able to tell the class about a place that none of them had thought about?’
That night, I had a dream.
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