Post by brian carter on Jun 12, 2009 7:28:38 GMT -5
i always thought that it'd be too crazy.
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it was a prefect day the sun was shining no clouds in the sky and there was that prefect breeze giving the air a nice warm but cooling feeling. it would have been very prefect picture but in the sky something was falling at a very rapid speed. smoke was filling the air until the object hit the sandy beach once it hit the ground everything was silent for only a few seconds. the beautiful picture soon turned into a nightmare when the smoke slowly found it's way making the scene easy to see. there lying in the sand was airplane with smoke coming at all ends. it wasn't long before soon people started to run, scream, and cry. brian came out with a large group of kids he was being pushed around. trying to figure what was happen all he could remember was sleeping in his seat than waking up to them falling to wards the ground. this was all a dream it was once did happen to the boy but to him that felt so long ago.
brain had been sleeping underneath a tree for quite sometime now he had been bored what really was there do to on this godforsaken island? he was having a dream you could tell by his small movements and his facial expression. at the moment he was dreaming something terrible a nightmare, he was relieving the crash on this island. he couldn't remember much but every time he had the dream his mind was remembering bits and pieces like the storm they felt into. many people told brian this but he didn't believe them or at least didn't want to believe them. brian began to stir he had been under that tree for at least two hours and the sun was waking him up. he wasn't really a deep sleeper but if he got enough hours brian would fall into a deep sleep for a well. he stretched out his arm giving a huge yawn with it. his eyes opened slowly trying to adjust with the light again as he started to adjust brian pushed himself up against the tree. it seemed that while he was sleeping brian was slipping from the tree so now his whole back was supported by the tree. he gave a small yawn as he looked around the camp there were not a lot people around at least not now in the afternoon or was it late afternoon? this was the one thing that brian hated the most there was no way to tell the time.
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WORD COUNT two hundred and forty nine
LYRICS i found a way by drake bell
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CHARACTER brian carterNOTES any notes ?
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0.