What the world will be like in 2070!

A big well done to Olivia in 7F who has submitted a short story about what our Earth will be like in 2070 if we don't stop polluting:

2070

As I was falling down the rabbit hole, some extremely peculiar things caught my eye. As I squinted my eyes, trying to make out the shapes which were flying past me I noticed they were timelines. ‘How very peculiar’ I thought to myself. Now that I knew what it was, I started to understand the pictures flashing before my eyes. It was the garden of Eden. It looked all peaceful; Adam and Eve lying under the tree, Adam throwing up the apple and Eve lying gracefully in the sun. It reminded me of my family and me on the beach.

At first, I thought I was seeing things, that maybe there was a lack of oxygen in this mysterious never-ending rabbit hole. But then I soon realised that the picture was merging into something new. It looked like… Dinosaurs! ‘Cool’ I thought. I always wondered what dinosaurs looked like. And I can assure you, they were everything I expected; maybe even cooler! There scales all dry and their toenails all broken and worn out. Now I know this sounds all disgusting and gruesome, but it was incredible, extraordinary even. They looked so calm without a care in the world. The pterodactyls gliding through the clear sky. The T-Rexes stomping across the damp, raw soil.

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I collapsed to the floor banging my knees on concrete and making them bleed. I gasped for air but all I received was a thick, choking smoke. My eyes started to water from the pungent smell, and it felt like my nose was being singed off. I looked around, searching for some sort of comfort of where I was and how I could leave. I saw a light and I ran towards it.

“Excuse me” I said, “Where are we.”

“Hammersmith and Fulham” said the ominous figure. That news hit me like a bullet to the heart. It couldn’t be, could it? But how could this happen. All these questions flooded my mind, but I only managed to get one out.

“What year is it?” I said

“2070” …