Monday, November 5, 2012

My Narrative Story About the Point England Dairy

`“GET TO THE SHOP AND BUY ME A FANTA”! My stubborn brother demanded, he gave me twenty dollars and expected me to come back with $17.50. Don't think that will happen.noticing a suspiciously car following me as I walked angrily to the pt england dairy.I was thinking what a stink way to start  off the weekend. Near the dairy I saw these middle aged men planting something on the road, so I screamed,” Sol’e  stop littering”. They stared at me with an evil look, they sent a shiver up my spine... … …

The first man ran at me with, from my perspective looked like a knife and some Lynx. But the next man reached into his bag  and brang out a lighter and darted for me. They held my mouth,  then saw the policeman in a holden commodore  and an old woman in a car ratty old car they smiled. The two men had an evil smirk on there face while smoking a cigar. I said “Stop smiling you stupid smelly good for nothing wannabes”. The men were furious they decided to push me on the road.”Boom, BOom,BOOm,BOOM”. A bomb was planted in the road and the two officers were flinged from there car all the way up to the sky, unfortunately, the old women and 16 pedestrians died.

I ran to the shop and sprinted to the fridges at the end Asiel,(that’s where the drinks were), I brought a fanta  and turned around, But to my surprise those two men were threatening the Mexican shopkeeper.He was forced to give the two men milk honey and money.The shop keeper reached into the counter and pulled out a flamethrower in the right hand and a minigun in the left. He shouted”Astalavista baby” I got the  fanta, and ran for the counter and stood on the men like a hero would do.

I said to the shopkeeper” Can I finish them off please ”, Yep he replied. He gave me the gun but I shoved it away, I went and got 7 liters of milk and honey and poured it on them ,Rey mysterio ( that was his name because, it was on the name tag.) said that will be $11.50, “What a rip off, $9.50 for a fanta ”, I said, he said”Nope you spilt  the milk and honey, pay up or I will six one nine you” He replied.So I payed for the milk,honey,coke for me, fanta and three packs of lollies . The Mexican walked out of the counter and slipped on the milk and honey, he was concussed.

I called the Cops and Ambulance,I told them the whole story they were amazed of how much destruction the terrorist  did in this area. First they were taken to hospital and one of the Pakistani people (They were Pakistani) Died of being shot by a minigun, but the other was just burnt.

One month later the man who was still alive (named Howard Abdul) went to court and was sentenced  to death in public. He was sentenced to die by being Injected by a Lethal  Injection, on a Electric Chair in a Gas Chamber. Due on the 20th of november(by the way it is the 18th of november).

It was the 20th and I was invited to be in the guest seats.They were gold chairs dotted with diamonds. People from all over the world came to see this event in vector arena.It was horrifing it was like a horror movie but I was in some way happy. I went home crying. And when I got home my brother said” You Sook”, But I was not crying because of the death of the man I was crying because of the tear gas. “Sssssnnnnn heres ssssssnnnnnn your bottle sssssnnnnn”. Everything went back to normal from that day forward  on, and at school some people thought that I was a Cyborg and some just thought that I was cool... … …

                                         The end

1 comment:

  1. Awesome storytelling Esrah! You have a very creative mind son. Your narrative really takes the reader on a wild and vivid journey. Well done on using your imagination effectively. I love the last line too...."some just thought I was cool"


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