In the basement of my past, my 7th birthday party flashes. Tears flow, upon seeing a stupid, scary clown. I hauled butt up the stairs to the first floor.
On the first floor of my present, hear now fans cheering. We won ! Yumm...gatorade. I skip to the second floor.
On the second floor of my future, the room is so dark. I open the drapes of my eyes. I see myself in a court of law in front of a big, powerful judge.
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Nice job! The "drapes of your eyes," unique image. I would have liked stronger adjectives then "stupid" and "scary" for the clown. Find them.
Thanks,
Ms. Chaloux
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