It was 1995, and I was walking on the ugly, muddy, terrible sidewalk when I saw Mr.Roberts on top of a blue, greenish hotel. I think he was going to jump, and he surprised me because he did. Then it looked like he was floating in the gray sky. He was having so much he wanted to stay up there for the whole day. Then he had to go to work at Wal Mart, but he couldn’t get down so he yelled out very loudly for help. But no one could.
Then he was very hungry. A little, dirty, muddy kid looked up and he saw a little green, egg-shaped dot in the sky. But he thought it was a green balloon, so he walked away.
Then Mr. Roberts was rapidly falling and he was scared. He is so close to killing himself. Then suddenly he hit the ground. Dark red blood was splattered all over the dirty street. His bloody brain popped out of his limp body. His brilliant brain was dead. His crooked glasses fell off, and he was dead.
Then they buried him. His family was so sad that they jumped off a hotel, too, and killed themselves. Then they all went to heaven and they were together again.
December 13, 2000
Happiness
Happiness, happiness. A good deed - always everywhere never ever ends. Bad words and deeds make you feel sad and mad.You can apologize but the hurt never sails away.
