My Creative Writing

On Friday the 25th of December 1978 i was going into the train to go to America, with my friends. while i was brushing my hair i could hear people crying like a baby and screaming, so i look outside and i saw a huge cap in the front.

So i jumped out of the train and i saw a pony flying past so i try to fly to where the pony was. But i was so tired to fly all the way to where the pony was, but i tried and tried but then i couldn't hold my breath, so i shouted to everybody and “ said good bye everybody”. So then i died and that was it for me.

I felt really sad that i had to die, i thought that maybe i will survive but i didn’t.