Head in the Clouds Part 2
GoldenLuckyCharm12 has a very interesting concept on change an tradition. I liked their idea because it incorporated what we learned in class onto a blog. I also like the acrostic layout. That made it fun to look at and I think that this is a good idea about change, that we may like it or not.
And now here is my own blog. Please don’t base your own story on it. By the way, it makes more sense if you read part one.
Brett blinked. He pushed himself up off the ground in a feeble attempt to stand, but eventually he settled for sitting. Dim shapes of buildings enshrouded in mist rose before him. Closer to him he could see other survivors. Survivors. The horrible memories of the flight returned, of the people falling out of the Flight of Dreams. Well, they sure got a flight, he thought groggily. His thoughts moved to his parents. Where were they?
Desperately he crawled over to one of the figures and flopped them onto their back. Their face was streaked with crimson lines, and breath barely issued out of their mouth. Even through the scratches, Brett could still determine who it was, news reporter Daron McAdams. The track star shook the reporter desperately. Finally his eyelids fluttered open, and put a hand to his forehead. Brett anxiously helped the man to his feet.
“Where are we?” The reporter touched his face and drew in his breath, wincing. Brett eyed the others laying on the ground. “I don’t know, but we have to help the others.” Both of them limped over to the survivors. Some weren’t injured horribly, but others, it was too late for them.
Brett ran his fingers through his hair, glancing around; his eyes alighted on the city. He glanced at the reporter, who was tending to a young girl, and silently slipped away.
