It was a dull and dreary Monday evening. I was on the bus home from Dublin…UGH! The line of traffic seemed endless. Will we ever get home? I thought. After about 45 minutes we moved only inches though. Finally, we were on the move again but it is so slow I nearly lost my head. My head was like a balloon
It was about to burst…and eventually it did burst! I screamed as loud as a mega phone. Babies began to cry and some people covered their ears. I got thrown out of the bus onto the main road.
Mr. Zelinski was crazy, always coming up with wacky ideas and bizarre inventions. He once made a motorbike with doors, windows and wipers. Madness! One of his most recent and successful inventions is the painter bike, he made it for people who paint markings on roads. They could simply cycle along and the wheels would do all the work. It is also a great way to get fit. Genius! The eighty year old man is very famous and is a world known character.
It was a normal day at the market. There were stalls selling flowers and some selling jerseys. But one stood out the most. A sign above read “Trolls”. This made me feel suspicious. I just had to investigate. The man selling them seemed eternally joyful. He was wearing a red t-shirt with rainbow effect shorts. I walked over confidently .
He greeted me in a harmonious voice.
“How much?”I asked in a deep tone that hurt my throat ever so slightly. “$6.90.”
I bought two of them, a red one and an orange one and to my shock the orange one spoke first.
“Ugh, Monday…..again,”I sighed as I slumped out of bed.
Then it suddenly hit me and I ignored the fact that everyone was asleep.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed for what seemed like an eternity.
I could hear the loud flapping of wings as a bird fled in horror.
“What is all this ruckus?” Mum whispered as the bags under the eyes expanded under the dim light.
“I forgot my home work at James’s house…and he’s gone on holiday,” I added.
I was breathing heavily, thinking about the consequences at stake. I nervously walked into the school, admitting that my homework was missing.
“BUT WHERE IS IT?!” the teacher screamed.
Once upon a time in St.Louis, there was a giant named Andy. He was over 8 feet tall! Once he was walking over a roundabout when something shot through the sky. It was green and blindingly bright. He gaped in awe. He was watching it for hours. Every time it passed there was an “ooh”and an “ahhh”. He was still standing there when it was dark. Mother was concerned but the beautiful lights eased her worries. Andy was staring for so long that somehow his body was frozen and it became fossilised.
It was Saturday and it was also my brother’s birthday.
He saw a stupid toy in the window of the local newsagents .
He really wanted it so I got it for his birthday.
It was one of those rockets that you pump water into and supposedly they launch 400 feet in the air.
That morning I woke up very early, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping.
I attempted to wrap his present.
That didn’t go too well.
I brought him out to the garden .
I pumped and pumped.
The look on his face when it just wouldn’t take off!
It was Saturday morning, I was on my bicycle, escorted by my dad. He warned me not to worry if a yellow dog started to chase me. We cycled past a huge house and the I saw it… the biggest dog I have ever seen running toward me. Drool was flying out of its mouth and all over the place . Desperate to escape, I greedily grabbed a stick and fired it with all my strength . The dog came to a halt and darted toward the stick. I was safe .
It was 11 AM and it was time for P.E.
We had zumba and it was so boring.
I really didn’t want to participate so I hatched a plan.
When the zumba teacher wasn’t looking, I would dart for the door.
We strolled to the school gym for zumba class which would be my hometime.
I did a few dances which were the most boring thing ever!
I then figured out how to escape this dump.
I manouevered my way to the door.
When I finally reached it I turned the knob. Then everything stopped and I was caught.THE END.
Gun shots wouldn’t stop… these past years have been so lonesome, being so far away from my family.
But I’m not letting that horrible German get away with it.
I missed playing football with my mates on a Tuesday night.
I dreamed of playing a game of footy to settle this.
It was getting close to Christmas now and I wished the war would end before Christmas so I could go home.
Sergeant burst through the door holding a white flag.
“Let’s play football!!!”
We were taking a break from all this shooting…now lets beat those Germans at our own game.