My Ranking Points
Ok! So, chapter three.also, I need to decide on a name, give me some ideas in the comments?
Thats when the bird lunged. And then, it clicked. A bird made out of bones. mother saying “the school for good” . A stmph. I tried to dive out of the way, but the stymph grabbed me. I screamed. mother moaned again. Oh, gingerbread, WhAt DO I DO?! Beatrix, hearing my scream, unwittingly ran out side. “BEA! NOT po! RUN!” I yelled. Seeing me, In the air, and mum on the ground, in blood, and the stymphs ****** beak, she fainted. The stymph cawed. Loudly. Another boney bird soared out of the sky. The new one grabbed beatrix. And then, we were flying. Up,up,up. I was not good at enduring heights. The stymphs suddenly made a detour. They dove towards the ground, dropping us next to a hollow tree. A catterpiller, with a hat and moustache, peeked out from within the hollow.
“Welcome to the Flowerground, no
Urinating on the Flowerground. All violaters, will have their clothes removed. Tickets?!” Beatrix, having jolted awake when we hit ground, gaped. ” Uh- I’m sorry, um, sir. W-we don’t have, uh, tickets. ” I stammered. The caterpillar frowned. “We-” the stymphs came back. I hadn’t even noticed they flew away. They had two golden tickets clamped in their beaks, and offered us each one. We took them, hands shaking. “Here.” I muttered, handing him mine, beatrix did the same. “Well, don’t just stand around! Get in!” The caterpillar snapped. The stmphs Nudged us with their beaks. I stumbled, falling in to the trunk, and falling. Blurs of color flew by, as I fell. “CARA!” I heard beatrix yell. ” I’m ok! ” I yelled, “jump!” And she did. Just as she jumped, I landed in the flowerground line we would be taking.
And immediately regretted it.
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“Bea! Not po! Run!” I’m so sorry, I’m sure many of y’all are confused about that.
The spellchecker changes that so mucj, I can’t remember what it was supposed ti say. I’m sorry
ooo I like it! haha autocorrect is the bane of our existence
“oh gingerbread” perfection