Chapter 7
I look down on the people that I had once loved. My mom and dad, their faces full of sorrow as they stand at my funeral. The funeral of the girl who fell from the hot air balloon.
No, just kidding. I didn’t die. Well, not yet. You see, I’m still falling. But wait. What’s that coming up to meet me? It looked like a giant pink fluffy marshmallow!!!
But why would he have pushed me out of a plane? It’s not good publicity for the US government. Unless……….. he was sure that I would die!!! But wait. Something white and pink was now almost enveloping me in its squishy softness. I was getting so close that I could almost feel it now. Wait, what?
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I repeat "Wait, what?"
HAHAHAHAHAH! Fluffy Pink MARSHMELLOW!!!!!!!!
haha thats really funny! i love it!!
keep up the good work
ahahaha that was really funny!! keep writing! make the chapters longer please! I want to read more!
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