VICTOR

Finn Donegan, 8

Hove

The viscous fuels poured into polluting engines, where a huge company was placed, run by a man called Victor Robinson. A heartless human. Destroyer of any habitat that stood in the way of money.

He owned a huge line of petrol stations and after years of shouting, working, and a bit more shouting, he hired a young boy called Arthur Wood. As he worked he realised Victor’s behaviour.

So, over the next couple of days Arthur secretly made an App. The following night Victor went home and got on the computer. He clicked on an App he had not seen before. Everything went blank.

He woke up in this beautiful place. Then he noticed the sea. His jaw dropped and his eyes refused to blink. He gazed in awe; it was like a diamond and the sun made a beautiful pattern on the shimmering water. He froze, “My home town! It looks just like when I was a kid!”

He looked at his phone, and to his astonishment it said 25th April 1974. Suddenly his phone started counting down: 3, 2….1…Blank!

His surroundings were smoggy. There were sad families carrying bags of possessions. “You feel sorry for them, don’t you?” boomed a voice. “You’re building a massive refinery. People will have to move, but what’s worse is that the climate is at stake.”

“Ha! The earth’s fine. I’m just being helpful, powering cars. And it makes me rich!” boasted Victor. “We’re going to destroy the seas” the voice replied.

Victor went down to the beach and saw tar smothering everything. He shrugged. “Still not convinced”.

“Open the App!” the voice commanded. He did as he was told and to his relief he was in his current date: 25th April 2025. He watched as it counted down again…

He woke up to the feeling of the sea on the tips of his fingers. Water was rising, flooding a village that Victor recognised. “My home town! What have I done?” he thought. He ran through the village and saw people coughing madly all around him. He looked at his phone and it read 25th April 2058.

“You caused this so you fix it” said the voice. “How?” questioned Victor. “You decide” said the voice calmly as a shower of rain poured down on the trees, turning the leaves brown. “Acid rain!” he thought.

“I understand what I’ve done. I’m terrible! Just…please…” he gasped and everything went blank.

He woke up and looked around, still trying to get his breath back. He was back on his computer. It beeped and he jumped. He was relieved to see it was just a laptop. He saw a web page which read in big letters New Company: Powered by Wind Turbines. He picked up the phone and called his designers. He told them the plan and within three months it was a new beginning.

The cool breeze whistles through the turbines where a huge company stands, run by Victor Robinson: An eco-friendly man.