In creative writing we have guide lines to help us write. One of them was what would happen if you had 100 balloons. I wrote a piece of an adventure about a guy who gets 100 balloons and flights up into the air. When he is in the air he gets hit by a plane and wakes up in Portugal with 3 weird guys. I have not finished this piece but I like it because I know the ending will be very good.

The day I got 100 balloons was like nothing before. It was just a regular day and then I was given the balloons, and now I am in Lisbon Portugal.  My name is Langston Grant from Miami, but now I am in Portugal living in a shack. The day I was handed the balloons was a few weeks ago, and this is how the tail goes.

It was just a regular day in Miami when some crazy guys comes up to me and says, “Hey you skiny guy come here”, “me I say”, “yes you”. I walk over the odd man and right away starts blabbing things about 100 balloons later he pulled about 100 balloons! He asked if I wanted them but I simply said no. He seemed really mad that I said no and shoved the balloons in my hands, and I slowly flew away.

I was flying in the air being pulled up by 100 balloons I wanted to go back down but I was too far up and the drop would have killed me. Higher and higher I went panicking inside trying to stay calm but it was too hard. My arm was getting tired from holding the balloons so I tied the string to my waist. It felt like hours I was in the air for so long. Later I heard something really loud, and I saw a plane coming my way. I tried to get out the way but I couldn’t. The plane was getting closer and I could see the pilot’s face. The look on the pilots was horrified. The plane was so close, then I felt then the impact.

I found myself awaken in a strange hut. I opened my eyes and I was lying on a bed with 3 huge men looking over me. When they saw me open my eyes they started talking in portuguese really fast. Quickly I said I speak english, I did not think they knew how to speak english but they did. “We found lying in a forest not far from here with many balloons,” said one of the huge man.

“We bring you back to this hut and gave you medicine,”

said another big man. “Where am I”, I said. “Lisbon Portugal!” the 3 men cried.

I wondered how I ended up in Portugal, but I remembered some strange man gave me 100 balloons, and I started to float up in the air and the next thing I know I was hit by a plane.

I got up and asked for food. Later I was severed roast sluckling pig and sausages which were as red as a fire truck.