17 April 2012
the brisk wind passes through my rough tangled hair. I feel his arm loop around me. George. the sunset feels as if it is getting closer but we never seem to get there. I am on my way to my honey moon with george. he recently bought a speed boat. we are staying in one of his jungle houses. I daze into the sky dreaming about the fun we will have. "are you excited?" asks George with a shy smile on his dainty but at the same time maskalin face. "of course I am" I smile, I then sigh..... "george, what Is that?...... the white triangle that seems to be getting closer to us?" I ask shyly. "oh lord!" George shoutes. he starts to steere his steering wheel toughly. he has a worried look on his face. I'm confused. what is it. as the strange unknown object to me comes closer I realise what it is. "what are we going to do George?" I ask, my face going pale. "I don't know saff" George sighs. "but we have to do something don't we?" I ask. "yes Safire jones we do!" George shoutes. "stop being a dumb idiot and come and help me!" he shoutes eagerly. he has never spoke to me like this. I feel a drip of water fall down my cheek. I can't cry I think to my self.
HONK!!!!! the noise deffons me
is this my love story? • Opuss № I