A Thrilling Experience
Today should have started like any other day, but awakening to a blurry stranger's face it already began to feel awkward. As I rubbed my eyes a strange speckled white face with red blood lips and large hairy eye brows stared upon my body giving a sense as though he was piercing into my soul. It was time for me to leap out of my bed and ask the mysterious man what he's doing in my house and most of all what he was doing in my room.
The mystery was soon solved with a shock running down my spine as he told me that my foolish dad had left the door open before he headed for work. He thought it was perfectly fine for him to leap himself into the house and cause havoc in my bedroom. He told me of an awaiting adventure he had planned and he wanted me to come with him. He said with a smirk on his face that he wanted me to come and meet his friends and hang out with them.
His name was Steve Klitcoff which sounded like a Russian agent name. I dreaded to think what name his friend will have. I was doubtful whether to make the move and go with them, whether to put up with him or shutting him up. The words came out stuttering out "yyyyeees". These words I would regret saying until today. We headed of to the den on our bikes. My bike was a 48 gear speeder top of the range that cost over £2000. I glanced at Klitcoff and saw a sparkle in his eye looking towards the bike attentively. I though I was being naive inputting my trust in him but he told me it will be great fun. It was fun that I was to regret.
Today should have started like any other day, but awakening to a blurry stranger's face it already began to feel awkward. As I rubbed my eyes a strange speckled white face with red blood lips and large hairy eye brows stared upon my body giving a sense as though he was piercing into my soul. It was time for me to leap out of my bed and ask the mysterious man what he's doing in my house and most of all what he was doing in my room.
The mystery was soon solved with a shock running down my spine as he told me that my foolish dad had left the door open before he headed for work. He thought it was perfectly fine for him to leap himself into the house and cause havoc in my bedroom. He told me of an awaiting adventure he had planned and he wanted me to come with him. He said with a smirk on his face that he wanted me to come and meet his friends and hang out with them.
His name was Steve Klitcoff which sounded like a Russian agent name. I dreaded to think what name his friend will have. I was doubtful whether to make the move and go with them, whether to put up with him or shutting him up. The words came out stuttering out "yyyyeees". These words I would regret saying until today. We headed of to the den on our bikes. My bike was a 48 gear speeder top of the range that cost over £2000. I glanced at Klitcoff and saw a sparkle in his eye looking towards the bike attentively. I though I was being naive inputting my trust in him but he told me it will be great fun. It was fun that I was to regret.
