Long, long ago, there was a poor girl called Polly who lived next to the beach. She had a strange little cottage with a rusty bike but she was happy. Early one morning, Polly went on a walk to collect shells. She collected flat shells, curved shells and thin shells. Suddenly, Polly found the most beautiful shell lying next to a rock pool! Slowly Polly bent down to pick up the shell that glistened in the sun. To her amazement, the shell spoke. “ I will grant you two wishes so choose wisely!” Said the magnificent shell.

Outside the inky void, a dragon lay weak in the cold air. Inside, a strong tepid flame burns.

Above, a bloody mist steams from the navy sea. Below, a chill of joy flew through me.

Inside me, a beam of life fills my heart. Inside you, a rush of death takes your soul to the bare minimum.

Above, a hero watches over the peaceful land. Beneath, someone lay; lay in the shadows.

Inside, people watch; they watch a scarlet atmosphere emerge like a ghost in a coffin. Outside, people stare and stare but no care is given.

The second prankster Pierston jogged into class 4-9, the frantic room immediately sat in sadness as the memories returned. His smug smile bragged.

“Hee, hee, hee, guys, I’m back,” chuckled Pierston, “are you excited for a fun filled day?”