Escribí esto hace un año para unos deberes de inglés, ¿Qué opináis? No está terminado y dudo que lo esté pero me hacía gracia subirlo.
Only two months ago I would check
twice under my bed for monsters, ghosts and whatnot. It all seems so
dumb now, but how could I have ever known that it wasn't a ominous
habitat that laid beneath my sacred temple, but another world that
even the most important of people would pay millions to see?
I remember everything as if it had happened yesterday. It was just a normal day, I was in school, sleepy as always, for I had stayed up all night on my laptop. During maths class, I was called to go to the headmaster's office where my parents waited for me. The pallor of my dad's face made me suspect that being tired wouldn't be the worst part of the day. I could not imagine anything that could take my father's liveliness away.
It was my mother who spoke first, her voice broke in the middle of the sentence, but I managed to understand that she had bad news. In our way to court, I was told that my grandfather had died that very night and that we were to go hear his will.
I was filled with confusion, while all the other family members inherited jewellery, land and money, I left the courtroom with a knitted blanket which smelled of decaying human flesh.
I went to sleep early that night, I checked underneath my bed first and taking the loathsome blanket with me I laid in my palace. It was hard, but after a while I finally fell asleep. I don't remember much, I woke up because I was having a really strange dream. I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of milk and before jumping back into bed I checked again.
To my surprise, all the trash that I had hidden underneath it for the last 5 years had vanished, and I was dragged by some unnatural force. The rush of emotions didn't let me take notice of what was surrounding me. But I recognized that as I went through that “tunnel” it was all the things I like about the world that I was experiencing, smelling and seeing.
I think it was when my feet touched the ground again, that I realized that I had landed in a place that was no longer in my room. I walked around the tiny room I had come down in, and noticed that on the table, were carefully placed my favourite drinks accompanied by what seemed to be a hologram of Bob Marley that said “Welcome to Reality”. Although I have been raised with the idea of distrusting strangers and strange places, it was such a hospitable environment that I did not doubt for a second about my safety.
I was anxious to find out more about the place I had come ashore on. There was no door to get out of the room but suddenly, I stepped on a wood board that turned out to be a hatch and fell onto the sea. The longer I spent in that place the more puzzled I became, but also the less I wanted to go back to my room. I swam until I reached the beach, that strangely enough, looked just like my never-accomplished-holiday-plan of 2003.
I remember everything as if it had happened yesterday. It was just a normal day, I was in school, sleepy as always, for I had stayed up all night on my laptop. During maths class, I was called to go to the headmaster's office where my parents waited for me. The pallor of my dad's face made me suspect that being tired wouldn't be the worst part of the day. I could not imagine anything that could take my father's liveliness away.
It was my mother who spoke first, her voice broke in the middle of the sentence, but I managed to understand that she had bad news. In our way to court, I was told that my grandfather had died that very night and that we were to go hear his will.
I was filled with confusion, while all the other family members inherited jewellery, land and money, I left the courtroom with a knitted blanket which smelled of decaying human flesh.
I went to sleep early that night, I checked underneath my bed first and taking the loathsome blanket with me I laid in my palace. It was hard, but after a while I finally fell asleep. I don't remember much, I woke up because I was having a really strange dream. I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of milk and before jumping back into bed I checked again.
To my surprise, all the trash that I had hidden underneath it for the last 5 years had vanished, and I was dragged by some unnatural force. The rush of emotions didn't let me take notice of what was surrounding me. But I recognized that as I went through that “tunnel” it was all the things I like about the world that I was experiencing, smelling and seeing.
I think it was when my feet touched the ground again, that I realized that I had landed in a place that was no longer in my room. I walked around the tiny room I had come down in, and noticed that on the table, were carefully placed my favourite drinks accompanied by what seemed to be a hologram of Bob Marley that said “Welcome to Reality”. Although I have been raised with the idea of distrusting strangers and strange places, it was such a hospitable environment that I did not doubt for a second about my safety.
I was anxious to find out more about the place I had come ashore on. There was no door to get out of the room but suddenly, I stepped on a wood board that turned out to be a hatch and fell onto the sea. The longer I spent in that place the more puzzled I became, but also the less I wanted to go back to my room. I swam until I reached the beach, that strangely enough, looked just like my never-accomplished-holiday-plan of 2003.
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