M. Ansari 11b
Travelling thru’ Rain
Plat, Plot, Plat, Plot, Plat, Plot........It was raining and I was walking ,slowly, through some damp, moist, deathly trees when suddenly I felt drowsy and fell on the wet ground. I was not sure what happened but when I woke up the sound had changed from some rain to the waves on a beach.
There was a beautiful island around me. I was a little hungry, but I could survive for an hour or two. Someone tapped me from behind and I saw my Great Grandma, the one who passed away when I was only two years old. She looked beautiful! They were right, she did look like a princess, but I had never realised that. For some reason she wasn’t talking to me (not sure why...) but I found out that she wanted me to follow her. I did. We walked through some forests with lots of fruit trees. I was just about sure they are venomousness. But I had never seen anything this colourful on a tree in my life! She took me in a cave and through the opening on the side of the wall, I could see outside clearly. What a beautiful island was! The sky was blue, the sea was green and the island was green. It looked like a picture in the exhibition. I looked exactly like heaven (or I thought it did)!