buna ghetar
va pun o poveste scrisa de Ana in clasa care imi place foarte mult, imi place de profa cum ii pune sa lucreze, deci ii pune cate 2 sau 3 si ca tema incepe unul la scris contiunua al 2 lea si termina al 3 lea, povestea poate lua orce intorsatura caci ficare poate aduga cce vrea doar le da un start ca ex avion, calatorie, sper sa va placa
I carried up my heavy bags to the entrance of the airport. Why must I leave this tropical paradise back to the frigid climate I live in. I frown at the thought. I turn around to look at the scenery once more. Palm trees were swaying in the wind, the sun shone brightly illuminating everything and there was not a cloud in the sky. Finally I walked into the airport ...and boarded my plane, flight 667. While packing my stuff, I noticed that no one else had any luggage and they were all red and ashy. As the plane took off, the pilot spoke over the loud speakers and uttered the most terrifying words of my life. " Good afternoon passengers of Flight 666." That was the first problem and the worst occurred soon after. Somehow, I had found myself taking a one-way trip to Hell. And I thought living in Ohio was bad. The air around me filled with the putrid stench of sulfur. I looked to was seated next, a man with horns like a goat protruding from his vermillion tinted forehead. He looked back at me with eyes pitch black, and flash me a smile of yellow, serrated teeth. "You never quite get used to the smell, huh?"