On the way home I met a boy called Time, his eyes led you into a deep world of clocks.His fingers were as long as digital clocks. He towered like a grandfather clock and his hand clutched to a golden stopwatch.

On the way home I met a girl called Genius, her hair as fuzzy as Albert Einstein’s and her fingers were like sequences. She only spoke in numbers and science instantly answering every sum. Her brain was as complicated as calculators.

On the way home, I met a boy called Shadow, his eyes led into a world of darkness. He had skin of pure black and his nails like daggers scratched my skin. His least favourite time of the day is sunrise.

On the way home, I met a girl called Blossom, her hair swirled like roses. Her eyes gleamed bright pink. She had nails as soft as pink and her favourite season is spring.