Dear Kyogo,

Iam writing this letter to persuade you to come back to football and stop risking your life.

My first point is that coming back to Parkhead means you’re not going to die as easily than saving life’s. You are not the person you once were you are I get what you’re doing is great but the last 4 years show that you’ve only been on 3 missions so nobody is really in that much danger. You deserve so much better Kyogo. Also nobody ever puts your photo on the paper it’s only the police and fire brigade that  take all the credit.

Also I’m concerned that you are not getting paid enough and aren’t living the standard life. You can fight but you can also still play football and are a lot better at football than you are at super heroing. 

I would point out that super heroes are needed more  than ever. People love you at Celtic Fc and still do your still young and have footballing skills in you, so I recommend that you come back and embarrass those Rangers players. 

Also, have you ever sat back and thought that I might die if I continue being a super hero, but if I go back to #No.1bestteamintheworldcelticfc, that it would be a fun better life. 

However, you are still one of the top goal scorer ever to play in Scotland and Celtic. My main reason for this is, that even you know that you want to come back and dominate the SPFL, so don’t be scared come home you brilliant baller. I believe this is true because there is footage of you going to the Astro, playing football and kissing the Celtic Fc badge.

These are my reasons why you should come home to Parkhead.

Yours Sincerely Ange

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It’s a brilliant choice to pop in that you’ll never want to leave. Be kitted out now with the latest boots, kits and grip socks. Are you a footballer then come on in it will be like your second home. 

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“I love this shop I want to live here.” The goat of football Kyogo said. We have custom boots, backup studs and backup laces they all come with the boots apart from the custom you have to pay extra for that.

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The tall trees that had been standing for decades, danced in the wind. At each tree they were signs that lead them to the ancient portal, that lead to an un known destiny. It was hear Cameron Carter Vickers and the Jaguar were going.

The stars felt like eyes watching your every move. Cameron, starting to worry, realised she was still bleeding and looked even weaker than before. She kept resting in the shadows.

As they were nearing the portal, Cameron heard voices in the shadows. They had been spotted. Walking forwards, the black Jaguar and the boy snuck up the path where the portal hid. A misty glowing circle stood up underneath the bridge just floating above the rocks. Cameron who could see through waited. There was a sparkling light like a liquid hovering above and below the portal. It darkened; the sparkling like broke and became little splinters; it was a galaxy full of stars.

 A moment later, 4 clunky robots walked out of a bush with guns raised. They were under attack. The Jaguar faced them, she roared so loud their buttons fell off. The robots collapsed as if Jagur had shut them down they were technically dead.

“It’s time,” she spoke, turning to Cameron, they both stood there looking at each other. At the other side there was planets, stars, Bolders and more spacy stuff. “I’ll be back, when I’m healed, I promise.” …

… She was gone she had left, Cameron was alone. The portal slowly died away and, poof it was gone. 

Cameron almost not believing what he had just witnessed. The robots still  unconscious on the ground. Cameron headed for home, he thought about his last few  days they were wiled he thought. The morning was here, church bells were wringing the sky was a nice pink, the people seemed awfully friendly for once.

The Jaguar was not fully  gone she still remained in his mind. Cameron felt stronger and more powerful than before. The Robots were gone it was no checkpoints. Life was good. Things were changing.

Cameron woke with a gasp; the jaguar slept on. From outside, he could hear voices. Peering through a chipped piece in the wall he saw the Robots. Cameron woke the Jaguar. She layed in the corner curled up in a ball of darkness. He indicated to be quiet with his finger. 

Tiptoeing across the dusty floor trying to hide. The pair found a couple of crates, the jaguar went behind one and Cameron behind the other. Cameron pulled an old blanket over the top of them so no one could possibly see them. 

At that moment, footsteps could be heard entering the 

harbour. Cameron glanced over his shoulder and saw robots entering, torch lights flickered; voices echoed. They could wait this out.

It seemed like years, but in reality it was at least 25 minutes. It was night time, the stars and moon lit up the streets,  but as the Robots had left the Jaguar and Cameron had slipped out the back and were off.

Cameron looked at the wound on her neck it looked sore and was still bleeding, she looked weaker. Cameron wondered if she could carry on with the dangers that laid ahead? 

Cameron had a thought but not his thought the Jaguar was speaking to him through her mind to his he thought the portal was at the Beach the sand junes. They set off avoiding all the checkpoints and Robot meet ups, although his Mum and Dad would be worried, he still went on. Even though it was hella dangerous.

Chapter 2

Outside, a jagged bolt of lighting danced along the sky and thunder roared louder 

Than shotguns. Inside, Cameron danced through the room, searching desperately for somewhere to hide. Ottiline Drive blow around in the crazy winds, robots stomped around keeping guard for an intruder and the lampposts almost shivering. To his horror, he could just make out there was no way to escape. He was trapped.

Behind him, he could just make out the shadow of a woman standing a couple feet Infront of him a knife in their hand. Cameron gasped…

… but at that moment, Cameron could catch a sent of fresh air like jungles climate. Something growled in the corner of the dark room. He looked over his shoulder and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring at him. It was it was a jaguar blacker than the night sky, she leapt over Cameron’s head and landed between him and the woman, the woman screamed a deafening scream and jumped down from the window. 

It was massive its eyes more green than grass its fur as black as coal what a beast it was.

The jaguar turned and knelt down in front of Cameron, resting her head on the floor. He could see that she was bleeding he imediliaty wrapped his jumper around her cut. He had never been so close to such a big beast. He could almost smell the jungle and picture it in his head.

They stared at each other Cameron’s fear walked out his head and he could almost feel their brains connecting they were bonding. Cameron put out his hand she sniffed and that gave it a big wet lick, her pink rough tung felt like a boulders back.

It was then she spoke. A low, clear voice that seemed to fill the room. It spoke, “I need your help, “she calmy said,” we must find the portal.”

Cameron nodded, as if all the words were as clear as  water he would risk his life to save this beautiful beast. As she saved his. ” she will come back the woman but with the guards so I need to move quick.”

20 minutes later, Cameron and the jaguar were staring at the deep blue sea from the abandoned harbour. “also my name is Jess,” she said, “ok, I’m Cameron.” Jess slept Cameron kept watch.

It was a cold wintry night in Troon. The fields were all frosty and the water dangling off the hoses were pure icicles. A couple lampposts  sprung to life and the streets were full of light.

Cameron Carter-Vickers was an American and all the people of the year 2326 did not like him because he was American. He was a delivery boy he woke up he was late for his rounds, “a nuts I’m late.”

He rushed down the hall to the lift that took him to the kitchen he grabbed a pancake and left for Ottoline Drive the rich part of Troon. 

“Next,” the guard roared, clapping his hands. Cameron stepped up, “morning sir,” Cameron sarcastically said. “Morning American, hand over the ruchbag.” “Its just my delivery’s  a bottle of fuel and my hoverboard.” Cameron replied hoping he would let him through. “Fine go” stuttered the guard handing Cameron his bag.

Obviously Cameron was 5 minutes late now,  so he hopped on his hoverboard and set off for Ottoline Drive. He arrived but the amount of robot guards/police officers was insane he shoved his hoverboard in his ruchbag and went off to  delivery’s. His least favourite house number 4098 because it had a really sketchy Alloway to get to the front door. 

Then out of the blue he ran into a wall and all the robots darted their metal head and stared at Cameron then he shouted back, so sorry to disturb you but I didn’t see the wall.” They turned their heads so he turned his Cameron also hid himself not wanting to start any trouble.

When out of the blue an old woman came darting towards him with a beef knife Cameron darted his head left and right the only way was up he put one foot on each wall and shimmied up he saw a smashed window and carefully ever so carefully climbed through he looked down the lady was coming up, he was in but she might be in too.

Monkey, monkey,

Why do you throw your poo around

As if it is a weapon?

Monkey, monkey,

Why do you eat so many bananas a day 

As if you’re in a food competition? Are you

 a banana-lover?

Monkey, monkey

How do you cope with your fur being so thin

Do you not freeze up and start malfunctioning?

Monkey, monkey,

How have you got the gut to swing from 

The tallest of trees? Do you not scared if you

 where to look down?

Monkey, monkey,

How do you zoom across the jungle and

 speedily climb up the tallest of trees?

Monkey, monkey,

Why do you crawl on all four of your legs 

And arms like you are just a wee baby?

Monkey, monkey,

Has your tail ever got stuck in branches

Or bushes as you race through the jungle?

Monkey, monkey,

Do you prefer swinging or jumping from the highest 

Of trees or sleeping and snoozing in cool shelter?

The wild cat

Sun shined, the wild cat slept.

Its eyes are as white as snow.

The ruffled fur like a boulders back.

Itching its wiry whiskers.

The wily wandering wild cats wandered through wilderness.

Stretching its worn out legs.

Warm legs on a summers day.

With claws that dig into the green grass.

I have never met Cristiano Ronaldo the legend of football 

but I have met Billy Gilmour the Scottish boss.

I have never seen Mbappe score for Paris saint German 

but I have seen Cameron Carter Vickers score a  brilliant volley 

for Celtic against St Mirren.

I have never seen Maradona in the world cup final

 score the hand of god but I have seen Vinicious Jr 

Score the winning goal in the champions league final on the tv.

I have never touched the scaley skin of a fire breathing dragon 

But I have touched the wet skin of my dog after his walk.

I have never ridden a Lamborghini to New York city

But I have been driven to England in a Citron.

I have never climbed up Mount Everest while singing shotgun

But I have climbed up a little hill.