So there I was , throwing out of date cabbages at this plastic wheelie creature when a boy also swung round the corner a lot like the shopping trolley.
He looked about my age with a dark blonde/ginger type of hair which was hanging from his face (not like a beard). He had jeans that looked waaaaay too big for him, and his T-shirt had mud splattered all over it.
A ball appeared from out of his long belt and he threw it at the monster.
It made the trolley fly away into the peas and charcoal (some kind of repelling magnet thingy).
He walked over to me and pulled a funny face.
"My name is Ben, but call me bean."he said.
"My name is Brodie, but call me quack" I said in a freaked out voice.
"There are lots of other people like you, quack. You can join our little gang!"
"What other people like me, what gang?".
"Surely you know, the whole world is full of these things. Monsters, ghosts, shopping trolleys.But we are the only people that can see them. Welcome to our club!"
Find out what happens next in my next story.
Brodie (JUST DO IT!)
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