Glaring up at the dazzling blue and hot summers sky, I mesmirised the imparraled view. Not a single cloud to be seen. Twirling my hair like a strings of spaggheti, I clenched the small plastic bottle beside me. Patiently, I unscrewed the blue lined cap, as I took in a deep breath in and gulped a quarter of the water down my throat. Picking myself up off the warm grassy floor I heard a cocoughphony of small sharp noises as if like pistle shots. Next I felt the impact of an outragously loud noise rush past my tand cheeks...
Edward 5SM
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