I take a ghasp of air, trying to survive. All I hear is my brother screaming and yelling. "Ellie, please hang on, just one more hour, please." His voise full of fear and fright. All I remeber was I was walking up tomous street to my bus stop. Then everything turned black and I colaped. I lay there feeling nothing then a big pouned in my chest before it was crushed. I felt myself fading away. All I could feel at this moment was my head. The last thing I heared was as my brother saying in tears. "Ellie please stay I love you". Then everything was black. I could not move see or hear: I was gorn. I gasp for breath and shot up like I had an eletric shock. My eyes wide open I saw I was sitting and surounded by the fluffyst and whitst could, with buitiful golden rays of light shing through. I was in heaven. "Hello Ellie, welcome to heaven." I turend around to see the most buitiful women I have ever seen. She had light blond with gentle aqua eyes. Her voise was sweet and kind, she looked like an angle. She was wearing a pure white dress that gose down to the clouds. "Who who are you."
"Why I am Misty. I am your tour gide, welcome to heaven darling."
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Buitiful Angle
Non-FictionThis is weird, I didn't write it, this is making fun of a friend's year 6 writing skills, and yes, the spelling mistakes are on purpose.
