Barry stared at the burger. Outside the clear window, a wind swept across the quiet town. Cars purred by and on the promenade, polished papers tumbled along, driven by the wind. The sea rolled up the sandy beach, crashing against the crystal rocks that fringed the sky blue shoreline.

Yesterday afternoon, the teacher stopped at the boys desk, and angrily  picked up the book, shaking her head side to side.                                                                                                                                                                   On Sunday, the car accelerated down the rocky road, and turned round the corner rapidly, and came to a halt, exhausted as it reached the museum.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Last night, the dragon landed in the gates of the school, and stealthily creeped towards the door, and paused, snarling at the students.

As the snow fell, Tom waited impatiently inside of the tiny flat. Suddenly, the red phone rang. He listened carefully to the peculiar voice to see what it had to say. He zoomed quickly across the room, grabbing the sky blue suit case.  He opened the wooden door. He went outside  into the cold night sky, terrified.                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Since there was no one there, I played my music very loudly.                                                                                     Before it was snowing, I ate my breakfast.