Flight Simulation Report

by "Green Marines" (2)

Today I woke up in my room. I looked at my watch which my Dad had given me for my birthday. "Oh shoot!" I said, starting to change. We were late. I quickly grabbed all my stuff, took a pack of Mentos and ran to Greg's room. BANG BANG I knocked. "Hello We're late, Mr.!"

He came out 15 minutes later. "Come on! We're late" he said. "Whose fault is that?" I said, running to the reception. "Come on! IÕll check out so you go catch a taxi," I quickly went to the man at the counter. "We're checking out!" I said. Then I ran to the taxi that Greg had found. We jumped in. "Morob airport please," Greg said, "and quick."

In no time we reached our plane. I set the engine on. Bye Morob - we were off to Old Town. A few minutes later Greg spilled his soda onto the landing gear. "Darn! Now we will have to do something. "I hope it's not broken,"I said, worried. Today was very windy too. I hoped this was not the last day of my life. "We'll try to go to Old Town anyway," Greg said, "and we'll check the Croco then."

So when we were right above our destination I pulled on the soggy landing gear. Luckily we landed safely. I went to get the repair man. "Sir, this weird partner of mine spilled liquid on to our landing gear. What should we do?" I asked. The kind-hearted man said "We will need half a day tomorrow to repair it. You and your pal may go to your hotel."

After we got everything sorted out we went to the hotel. We were about to fight, but unluckily we reached there before that. It was already dark so we went straight to the dining room. I felt sick so I went back to my room. I just fell onto my bed. I didn't have any more energy to get up.