A letter to the past
Wednesday 21 st September 2011
It was one of the last years of snow and ice where no one could live anywhere else apart from the north pole. There was only one polar bear left, and scientists reckoned that this polar bear, if it had survived climate change, he must have caused it. It was the 10th of December 2080. It had been planned, a few years ago that this would happen. Now everyone lived in a world where nobody would believe anyone who hadn’t been approved from the government. Nobody would listen to a small eleven year old girl, who had found the hundredth year old encyclopedia of polar bears, if she wasn’t approved.
This small eleven year old girl, it’s me. My name is Poly Splay. I am the same girl who tried to save Snowflake and didn’t succeed. I am a miserable, homeless, family-less girl. Nobody cares about me. I live in Snowflake’s cave now. It’s kind of hard to get food here, but I am sure nobody won’t find me here.
It all happened when I found the book. I was eleven then, actually I turned eleven that same day.
“Bring, Bring” the bell rang.
“Good morning class!” said mrs. Joyful.
“Good morning mrs. Joyful,” the class echoed.
“Please sit down,” answered the teacher.
As soon as the rattling sound of chairs was over mrs. Joyful said,
“Have you heard the news today?”
“Yes!”
“No,” I said. Everyone turned around to face me.
“You should have,” said mrs. Joyful, “It was your homework.”
“I never listen to the news, mrs.” I say politely, “The news just hypnotize you to believe in fake stuff.”
“Like what for example?” asked Daniel.
“Like polar bears causing climate change,” I answered, “They are lovely peaceful creatures, and I have proof.”
“What is your proof?” He asked again.
“An Encyclopedia,” I answered, “from the 1980’s”
“Nobody reads those anymore,” He answers back.
The whole class was silent for one minute, and that was the last one minute of schooling I ever had.
Schooling was the only good thing in my life. Without it I had two options: to commit suicide or to go and meet this particular polar bear. Either way I was going to die. The government would surely not allow me to live longer.
I took my stuffed animal and stepped into the snow determined to find Snowflake's cave. Loads of questions surrounded me as if I was reading every single one from every snowflake that falls. My main question was: “How will I communicate with it?”. Every step was a new question to me and every time I made a new step, I wanted to turn back. But I knew that there was no point of turning back, for I had no friends or family. I had no choice but to move on.
Two whole days passed until I actually saw something, (apart from the time I saw a stick, and I was so tired I mistook it for her cave) something that reminded me of warmness, safeness. It was brown, and scratched, you could actually see the bear’s claw marks. Next to it there was fish bones and blood, so it was very obvious that a bear lived there.
Then I saw it. The bear. Her body was white as snow, and smooth as silk, and her feet were brown and dirty. When she turned around I saw her sad face, and It was hard for me to recognize old signs on it that might have been a smile. Her eyes were blue, and it reminded of my mother. Suddenly I started to cry.
The bear heard me and I could see the mixed emotions inside her. She felt sorry for me in one side, but she was scared in the other. Then I stopped. Crying wouldn’t get me anywhere, not in the middle of an iceberg where the only habitants are a bear, dead fish, and a cave.
“Hello,” I said softly. She stepped backwards.
“My name is Poly” I explained. “Poly Splay.” She stepped backwards. I stupidly discovered that speaking in human language would not help. I took the stick I had collected later on, and I traced a human and a bear on the snow. Then I traced a heart around that. I watched Snow-blanket slowly as she traced a word with her paw, “S...N....O....W.....F.....L.....A....K....E”.
Using my hands to talk I asked her if that was her name.
After that we went inside the cave. Just as we entered, I discovered that it was safe and warm enough to relax. She brought me into a tunnel and we entered a room with massive walls. Snowflake told me later on, by scratching - to draw and write - on the wall (by the way, she’s good at drawing!), about this girl who she met ages ago.
“She was a girl with blond hair like yours,” she wrote. “You remind me of her, she taught me how to write.”
“What happened ?” I wrote.
“The hunters killed her when she was older for being their traitor,” She wrote, “ Stupid, they could have used her.”
“How did all your family disappear?” I asked.
“Climate change,” she wrote, “It went killing us one by one. The hunters made it go faster.”
We both talked (wrote) to each other for a long time, until I actually talked about my own mother. It was then when I discovered that the blond haired girl was my mother.
“I thought they killed her because she was trying to save me,” I wrote. “Why did they kill my father?”
“What they say is to fake out the truth, make it fantasy. They want to make fantasy the truth by lying, but they don’t notice it’s the wrong way. They want kids to be happy by making fairies exist,” She wrote, “About your father.... they killed him as an excuse. It would be stupid to kill the mother from protecting the child, if they don’t kill the father. You are lucky to be alive,” she told me. I indeed was.
I decided to stay in Snowflake’s cave, until they found her. It was a long sunny summer day, when it all happened. Snowflake had gone to get some food, and she didn’t come back. When I saw she wasn’t coming, I had a bad sensation in my stomach. And I directly saw two images. The first, was her Jumping from an ice-berg to another running away from the hunters. The second one was her body on the snow, bloody, dead.
I ran out into the snow.
“Snowflake!” I shouted stupidly knowing it would be no use. I ran in all directions, until I found her. She was as dead as I’d imagined, but there was an image in the snow that I didn’t see in brain before. On the snow it was written:
“Be brave and stay in my cave. Spread a message far away. Far enough for the people who read it understand. Bring it to the past, so they can not make the same errors that happened.” I started to cry. Crying wouldn’t get me anywhere. I lied on the floor next to her. Polar bears are now officially extinct. Hours passed until I had the energy to stand up.
“I will be brave” I said.
“I will be brave” I repeated loudly.
“I will spread the message far away to the past!” I shouted. I was so confident, I buried her next to her cave. I then found a bottle in the pile of trash the hunters left, and I wrote this story into this piece of paper which I hope will be read from the people in the past.
It all happened when I found the book. I was eleven then, actually I turned eleven that same day.
“Bring, Bring” the bell rang.
“Good morning class!” said mrs. Joyful.
“Good morning mrs. Joyful,” the class echoed.
“Please sit down,” answered the teacher.
As soon as the rattling sound of chairs was over mrs. Joyful said,
“Have you heard the news today?”
“Yes!”
“No,” I said. Everyone turned around to face me.
“You should have,” said mrs. Joyful, “It was your homework.”
“I never listen to the news, mrs.” I say politely, “The news just hypnotize you to believe in fake stuff.”
“Like what for example?” asked Daniel.
“Like polar bears causing climate change,” I answered, “They are lovely peaceful creatures, and I have proof.”
“What is your proof?” He asked again.
“An Encyclopedia,” I answered, “from the 1980’s”
“Nobody reads those anymore,” He answers back.
The whole class was silent for one minute, and that was the last one minute of schooling I ever had.
Schooling was the only good thing in my life. Without it I had two options: to commit suicide or to go and meet this particular polar bear. Either way I was going to die. The government would surely not allow me to live longer.
I took my stuffed animal and stepped into the snow determined to find Snowflake's cave. Loads of questions surrounded me as if I was reading every single one from every snowflake that falls. My main question was: “How will I communicate with it?”. Every step was a new question to me and every time I made a new step, I wanted to turn back. But I knew that there was no point of turning back, for I had no friends or family. I had no choice but to move on.
Two whole days passed until I actually saw something, (apart from the time I saw a stick, and I was so tired I mistook it for her cave) something that reminded me of warmness, safeness. It was brown, and scratched, you could actually see the bear’s claw marks. Next to it there was fish bones and blood, so it was very obvious that a bear lived there.
Then I saw it. The bear. Her body was white as snow, and smooth as silk, and her feet were brown and dirty. When she turned around I saw her sad face, and It was hard for me to recognize old signs on it that might have been a smile. Her eyes were blue, and it reminded of my mother. Suddenly I started to cry.
The bear heard me and I could see the mixed emotions inside her. She felt sorry for me in one side, but she was scared in the other. Then I stopped. Crying wouldn’t get me anywhere, not in the middle of an iceberg where the only habitants are a bear, dead fish, and a cave.
“Hello,” I said softly. She stepped backwards.
“My name is Poly” I explained. “Poly Splay.” She stepped backwards. I stupidly discovered that speaking in human language would not help. I took the stick I had collected later on, and I traced a human and a bear on the snow. Then I traced a heart around that. I watched Snow-blanket slowly as she traced a word with her paw, “S...N....O....W.....F.....L.....A....K....E”.
Using my hands to talk I asked her if that was her name.
After that we went inside the cave. Just as we entered, I discovered that it was safe and warm enough to relax. She brought me into a tunnel and we entered a room with massive walls. Snowflake told me later on, by scratching - to draw and write - on the wall (by the way, she’s good at drawing!), about this girl who she met ages ago.
“She was a girl with blond hair like yours,” she wrote. “You remind me of her, she taught me how to write.”
“What happened ?” I wrote.
“The hunters killed her when she was older for being their traitor,” She wrote, “ Stupid, they could have used her.”
“How did all your family disappear?” I asked.
“Climate change,” she wrote, “It went killing us one by one. The hunters made it go faster.”
We both talked (wrote) to each other for a long time, until I actually talked about my own mother. It was then when I discovered that the blond haired girl was my mother.
“I thought they killed her because she was trying to save me,” I wrote. “Why did they kill my father?”
“What they say is to fake out the truth, make it fantasy. They want to make fantasy the truth by lying, but they don’t notice it’s the wrong way. They want kids to be happy by making fairies exist,” She wrote, “About your father.... they killed him as an excuse. It would be stupid to kill the mother from protecting the child, if they don’t kill the father. You are lucky to be alive,” she told me. I indeed was.
I decided to stay in Snowflake’s cave, until they found her. It was a long sunny summer day, when it all happened. Snowflake had gone to get some food, and she didn’t come back. When I saw she wasn’t coming, I had a bad sensation in my stomach. And I directly saw two images. The first, was her Jumping from an ice-berg to another running away from the hunters. The second one was her body on the snow, bloody, dead.
I ran out into the snow.
“Snowflake!” I shouted stupidly knowing it would be no use. I ran in all directions, until I found her. She was as dead as I’d imagined, but there was an image in the snow that I didn’t see in brain before. On the snow it was written:
“Be brave and stay in my cave. Spread a message far away. Far enough for the people who read it understand. Bring it to the past, so they can not make the same errors that happened.” I started to cry. Crying wouldn’t get me anywhere. I lied on the floor next to her. Polar bears are now officially extinct. Hours passed until I had the energy to stand up.
“I will be brave” I said.
“I will be brave” I repeated loudly.
“I will spread the message far away to the past!” I shouted. I was so confident, I buried her next to her cave. I then found a bottle in the pile of trash the hunters left, and I wrote this story into this piece of paper which I hope will be read from the people in the past.
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