“Chinese New Year”
I have always dreamed of going to China and celebrating Chinese New Year. Many people would not expect a 10 year old from North America to be interested in this, but I was determined to attend this exciting event.
On January 20th, my Mom and Dad came into my room and sat on my bed. They looked like they were excited to tell me something, and that they were holding it in.
“Hey Jimmy,” said Mom.
“Hey,” I said.
“We have a surprise for you.” She took a deep breath. “We are going to take you to Hong Kong to celebrate Chinese New Year. We will stay for two weeks and we will stay in a luxury hotel. Also, your favorite uncle Bill will meet us there.”
By the time my mother stopped talking, my eyes were opened wide and I was dancing around the room.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!” I was so excited. I was sad I had to wait five days, but I was excited all the same. Dad looked happy for me.
On the evening of the 23rd, we headed to the airport, and took off to China. After 11 hours and seven minutes, we were heading off the plane, and to our hotel. Inside the hotel there was a pool larger than life, and the ceilings were made of marble. We had a spectacular dinner, and we watched some TV before bed.
The next day, we were headed out to see the parade. We were happily walking, when I got something tangled on my pocket. I lost my mothers grip and I was being dragged down the street. I turned to see what was grabbing hold of me, and I saw something very big and colorful, with four legs and a huge mouth. After I turned around, the creature stopped and opened it’s huge mouth. I screamed and then the creature screamed and took off, with me still stuck to it. I yelled help and kept looking back for my mother. After looking for my mother for the fifth time, I turned to find my self smacking into a lamppost. Dazed, I found I was not stuck to the creature anymore.
I got up and went up the street to go find my mom. I kept hearing her calls, and I ran towards the sounds. But every time I came close to her voice, it would drift off into the distance again. I wasn’t scared, but I was wondering what I would do if I did not find my parents by nightfall.
I passed a market, and found myself face to face with a live squid in someone’s hand. The stranger was tall and had a big moustache.
“Nǐ zài zuò shénme?” he said angrily.
I did not understand what he was saying. He started walking towards me, and i stumbled backwards, desperate to escape. As I was walking backwards, I fell into a cold pot filled with live shrimp. Then, I got up and ran. I looked back to see if I was being chased, and look forward to find myself colliding into another lamp post. But instead of hitting the ground, a bike zoomed right into me, and I fell into the front basket. The bike rider was so scared, he turned into a car, which sent me flying into the air, and caused my to land on top of a policeman, who was guarding the parade. He quickly scrambled back onto his feet, and grabbed me by the arm, and whisked me off to the police station.
When we got to the police station, I was escorted roughly out of the car and into the station. When we got inside, I saw on the television screen that a YouTube video was made of me crashing into the officer, and was going viral. I was pretty proud of myself. I was going to be famous. Then I looked to my left and saw the worried faces of my Mom, Dad, and Uncle Bill. Right then and there, I knew that I was in for a bad ending to my vacation, and big start to me punishments. Because I knew today they would be thankful and overjoyed that I was OK. But tomorrow they would be mad that I did not follow the family rules which are: to stay put when separated from parents.