“Amy? Amy if you don’t pay attention to what I am saying you will get lost! This is important,” Amy’s teacher said as they started walking into the museum. “You are each going to get partnered up with a buddy and you need to stick with them the whole
time…”
The rest of the instructions were drowned out by the noise and the lights. Amy had a thing called phonophobia, that’s when people really don’t like sound or light of any kind, and a museum was the worst place to go. She had been dreading this trip all term and that morning tried to fake being sick.
Amy was an 11-year-old girl who was small for her age and had long hair that she liked to hide behind. That was what she was planning on doing for the majority of their trip today.
“Ok so everybody can find a buddy to partner up with now. Remember, it’s for the whole day!” And, of course, nobody partnered with Amy. “You can be my partner, Amy,” said Mrs Raven smiling.
“Yay!” Amy said sarcastically under her breath. So far, all the trips this year, the zoo, the aquarium, and the theatre, she had been Mrs Raven’s buddy. And that pretty much consisted of her carrying her things and making sure everybody was present at the end.
After about an hour, they came to the World War area. There were three rooms, one for every event, WWI, WWII, and WWIII. First off, they went into WWI and saw all the trench paintings and black and white photos. “World War One was about 4 years long and lasted from 1914 – 1918,” Mrs Raven said as she passed her bag and clip board to Amy. The next room was basically the same and so was the next. Except the third room was obviously more modern. That was because WWIII started in 1952, just over 100 years ago. Also, there was a broom cupboard in the corner which didn’t really fit with the theme.
“Word War Three was the most recent war of all,” her teacher said. “It started when the Prime Minister of Britain was driving down Oxford Street in a parade, and a man from America came up and suddenly shot him right between the eyes. That made everyone in Britain mad and so they…” Again, her voice was drowned out as they walked into the middle of the room, the light got brighter, and the voices louder. Amy was used to this, she just needed to blur everything else out, and focus on one quiet toned-down object. She decided the broom cupboard would be the best thing, so she focused on that. The blaring lights and noises started to dim as she noticed every detail.
The handle was a plain, silver knob, one that you twist to open, and the door was slightly ajar. Suddenly she saw a light from inside, bright blue. Then it disappeared. She had no idea what had happened, so she went over and opened the door. Luckily her teacher was too focused on keeping the class quiet as another class entered to notice. In the cupboard there was just a set of drawers and a broom and mop. Amy opened the top cupboard but there was nothing inside, same with the second one. But in the third one there was a switch. Amy didn’t know what it did, so she put Mrs Ravens things on the ground, and she switched it anyway… and nothing happened. So, she tried to go back to her class. But when she walked out of the cupboard, she was in the middle of a street lined with lampposts and people, cheering and waving!
She had no idea what had happened. She figured that she had gone out the wrong door in the cupboard or something. But then she saw a banner that someone had made. It said, “Long Live Britain 1951”.
“Oh no!” Amy said as she ran down the street trying to find something familiar, anything familiar. But there was nothing. What had she done? Suddenly the crowd erupted into cheers as a car came down the street followed by a parade of people in colourful clothes. “It’s the Prime Minister,” Amy heard people say as she saw a man wave out the window. That was kind of cool. But then she turned around and saw the sign for what street the car was about to turn into.
Oxford Street.
And then she knew.
The Prime Minister was about to get shot! She was the only one that knew, so she had to do something. Quickly she ran through the crowd, ignoring the pounding in her head from the noise. As she got closer to the car, it started to turn into the street.
I’m too late, she thought, but she kept running. Then she saw a piece of metal lying on the ground. She picked it up and the crowd gasped as she ran onto the road. She held the metal high, blocking the window of the car. Suddenly there was a loud clang as a bullet hit the metal. The crowd cheered louder once they realized what had happened. Amy was able to sneak away through the people and the soldiers that had come to surround the Prime Minister.
As Amy walked down the street trying to figure out how to get home, and trying not to cry, she saw a flash of blue light in front of her. She followed it and found another switch. She quickly flicked it and was suddenly in a brightly lit, WWII room. She grabbed her teachers’ things, and re-joined her group, realizing no time had gone by. She also realized that there was no WWIII room.
“Miss” said one of her classmates, “was there ever a World War Three?” “You know,” she said, “people say that the Prime Minister of Britain was almost shot in 1951 but some kid saved him. No one knows who they were.”
But Amy knew exactly who they were…
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