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I was entering the 6th grade I

I was entering the 6th grade I was at a lake and it was kinda dark. There was a diving board to jump into the lake. I was there with my mom and some of my friends. In the lake was alligators and the were scary they had long teeth and looked hungry. I was told to go swimming and i didn’t want to because of the alligators. All of the sudden my mom pushed me into to the lake. I was struggling to swim! It was weird because I knew how to swim. All of the sudden an alligator bite me in half! Having thought I died I freaked out. My friends swam over and put me back together.

I was home alone and I heard

I was home alone and I heard a knock at the door. I didn’t want to answer it or open the door, but eventually I went to peak out of the window. I saw a pasty white person that looked like a joker mixed with a ghost. They were looking through the door window and I was struggling to keep the door locked. He kept coming back for days and my parents were never home when the thing came to the door.

A man was struggling to control his

A man was struggling to control his pitbulls and they got off the lead, one started biting my arm but I got it off and ran through the doors but someone let it in and it bit me again. They got the dog out and then a tiger cub came to bite me but was too cute.

I was going on a journey; to

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.