Book Miles Short Story by Hannah Year 9

Under by Hannah M

Chapter 1 Motrex Birch

It was a cool, crisp Monday the usual morning traffic made its way slowly across town passing the enumerable apartments & office buildings, the city was like a big grey paving slab not a sign of fauna or flora anywhere, Motrex Birch was not like most of society he was an environmentalist who grew up watching the planet deteriorate, therefore was submerged in rage as species after species became extinct. He stretched kicking his bed sheets off, yawned and realising the time hastened to get dressed flicking back his scruffy green hair, rubbing his bloodshot blue eyes.

“Rawrf Rawef!” Came a high bark: bounding towards him was what looked like a spiky white pompom with a button nose, he winced as it scrabbled on his pale legs. “Aw yes, yes hello Motro. HELLO!” Waving his hands franticly he said, “Off, off, please!” The thing looked at him reproachfully.

“Oh, come on you know we are in a rush,” Motrex said reasonably, “anyway let’s get breakfast!”

They had entered a small white kitchen living room which was plastered head to foot in plants: potted, on walls and hanging baskets. Looking at the rows upon rows of fruits and vegetables assessing the strawberry plants and tomato vines, then he let out a sigh.

“Motro I know you love food but really I think these could be some of the last un-tampered with not artificial food plants, so please can you stop demolishing them in the night? So,” he said grimly, “we have to go a few weeks with only courgettes, apples, plums and carrots!”

He heaved a great sigh. “Oh well,” he said scratching between Motro’s rather spiky ears.

 “HOLY OAK, IT’S ALMOST 10 WE WILL BE LATE, WHAT IF THERE ARE PEOPLE COMING THIS TIME?” Motrex frowned as Motro looked perplexed. “The nature speech.” 

Grabbing a carrot Motrex skidded from his flat followed by a yelping Motro.

Chapter 2 Green and Grey

Mortex could not help but notice while making his speedy progress down the stairs that people’s tuts and glares were aimed at him. Slightly put down, he ran through the bustling streets around curbs, across bends, passing car after can. You would have thought after all this change we would have cool hovering cars it just shows that no good is coming out of this, Mortex thought.

“Motro? MOTRO, MO!” shouted Motrex. He wasn’t in sight. If he had longer hair he would have pulled it out. He yelled in frustration and haired through the streets flicking his eyes through it like a film tape but no sign of Motro. About 15 long minutes passed, he collapsed onto the floor.

“OWCH!” Something had pounced on his stomach then started tugging at his t-shirt

“What? Motro what’s that?” Everything happened very fast, he was carrying a very full bag of fruit and veg then a group of people came down the road shouting and waving their fists – two police men, one shop keeper and what looked like three customers all quite tall. Mortex looked down at Motro with horrified hopelessness.