In the dark, cold, rusty, black box I feel as lonely as a leaf scattered in a dark spooky hole and I don’t know what is going on. Suddenly these old people take me out of the small, stinky, box. These huge giant hands squish me into the soft, muddy earth and suddenly I light up like I am the moon…
1 minute later I zoom like a cheetah.
BANG!
I BANG!
I bang through the sky like a shooting star fizzing and whizzing.
I can see I’m in Falmouth, its August and the tall ships are coming! People are climbing on the ships sails; the sea is crashing towards the small ships. I can taste the wet, soggy, slimy fish and delicious chips. I can hear seagulls squawking across the bright, beautiful, shiny fireworks.
I don’t want to die like a human because I can’t stand the thought of fading away.