5 words – Isla

“It was a brisk morning, my long locks of brown hair flapping against my face as I walked along the stunning beach. I gazed out into the vast ombre sunrise and in the distance, I see a giant silhouette slowly walking towards me. As it merges towards me I realise it’s a purple elephant.”

“Seriously Mia that just wrecks the whole story,” exclaimed Izzy. Then a  strumming noise came from the corner of the room where the painted canvas was sitting. “Seriously Tom we’re in the middle of a story.” Mia shouts with anger.

“Fine girls carry on with your boring games,” Tom mumbled as he left.          “We’ll finish the story in the morning then, it’s pretty late.” Izzy whispered. Then all the girls went to bed happy.