|
Post by Firestar on May 24, 2008 16:54:56 GMT 9
On March 27th 2050, my parents broke the news to me. Someone had invented a new plane, and it’s first trip will go around the world. Starting in New York, my home. My parents had got tickets; we were going to go around the world and come back home in 24 hours. My brother was excited, but then again, he’s only seven. “Go pack up Jessie” said my mother. “But I don’t wanna go!” I answered. “Well, Jessie, it’s only 24 hours” Ouch, I can’t answer back to that. Oh, now she’s rambling on about how I don’t listen to her. “Answer me please” she demands. “What?” I ask. “The question I just asked you” “What question?” And on and on and on. Eventually she does get me to pack.
|
|