Wednesday, November 18, 2009

My full story

This is my full story. By Isaac


My big brother, Angus Mcbran the second is so disgusting. When a bug flies into his dinner, he says it tastes better! When he does eat bugs, I have to go to the loo real bad. He does yoga as well. He says “To do yoga, you need grace, dedication and tight pants”.

His bedroom is painted pink with flowers!



One time when I was watching 3 news, the reporter, Hillary Barry said “The dung gang are in 481 New Brighton road, Mike, give us more information”. The other reporter, Mike McRoberts said “I’m outside Jeremy Wright’s house, we have caught the leader of the dung gang red handed!, his name is Angus Mcbran the second”. I was so bummed out.



Why would my brother be the boss of the maddest bandits in town?

“How could you do such a horrible thing to Isaac’s best friend’s family”, Mum said in her foulest voice.

Yes my name is Isaac Mcbran. Everybody at my school called me the little dung after the incident . I go to Freeville School in Sandy Ave. My life was always ruined by Macaulay Jackson the school bully. He punched me , he kicked my privates and then my pants fall down. Yuck!



My life was the worst a boy could get. You know. I hated it. I had always wanted to change lifes with someone. So on my birthday, which happened three days later, I had a plan. When the cake came, I blew out the candles and wished that I could change lives with someone.



I woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror. I was a completely different guy! I had to get out of my house fast. My mum hates strangers. Especially when they are in the house. But then I remembered that I woke up in a bedroom painted pink with flowers! I was the criminal mastermind, or my brother, Angus Mcbran! I felt a force put my finger into my nose. I was learning his gestures and habits!



When I went downstairs for breakfast I had to eat toast, no coco pops! A bee flew on to the honey and when I took a bite, it stung my tongue! When I got to school I somehow answered the questions! I was starting to like this new life. I thought I should stay like that. After school I went to court and used my smarts to make them say I wasn’t guilty. Man did I feel good. I started dancing around the living room to Michael Jackson. This was weird for my parents because Angus hates Michael Jackson. Then I did my homework! I loved my new life. But you don’t want to hear what happens next.



Michael Jackson jumped into the living room and stole my old body! Meanwhile at neverland (Michael Jacksons house) Michael Jackson gave some wine to my old body and said

“Do you want some Jesus juice?”, then AC/DC jumped out and started singing, “TNT I’m dynamite”. He told me it was weird. I had to save him. Before Michael Jackson and AC/DC used their powers to take over the world.



I ran all the way to neverland. We live in Chicago and Michael Jackson lives in California. When I got there he was gone. All that for nothing, man was I annoyed. But then I found a note it said,

“Isaac, we are in Fiji, hiding from you Good luck in finding your brother!”. Oh no! How was I going to tell my parent that Angus in my body was in Fiji! This day is getting worse and worse.



When I got home mum said,

“Where is Isaac? He has been out awfully long”. I had to trick mum into letting me go to Fiji! How did I do it?

This is.



I said to mum, “My friends have invited me to go to Fiji with them”. She replied, “Not falling for that one buster”.

“I’ll swim there mum!”, I said eagerly. “Nope”, she said. I told her,

“I’ll tell you the truth, Angus is in my body, and I am in his”.

“I find that hard to believe”, she said. “Well it is true!” , I said sweating.

“Okay, I believe you”, she said.

“And Angus is in Fiji!” , I said. She replied immediately, “Let’s go”.



The plane ride was a very long one. I was sitting next to a little brat who kept on asking questions. He said,

“ Why are we up so high? Can I spew on your sandwich? I got to go to the loo”. Then we landed. It was strange. Then I realised, WE WERE IN CHINA!



“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” , I shouted. Then I woke up. I was still on the plane. I was so pleased. We landed in Fiji. Then we found a note at the airport. It said: ‘Hello Angus. We took a plane to China. Now come and get us.’



Oh no! I thought. All the way to china we go. When we got to china, we went to Michael Jackson’s favourite hotel. We said to the receptionist,

“Is Michael Jackson staying here at the moment?” . She replied,

“He left a note for someone called Angus Mcbran”.

“That’s me!” , I said.

“Here it is” , she said. I read it: I am somewhere random in the Russian Federation. Try finding me now! Then a big laugh came from the piece of paper.


I ran. I ran as fast as I could to the airport. Then we got on a plane to go to the Russian federation. When we got there Michael Jackson and AC/DC were waiting there for us with my brother. Then Michael pulled a knife out of his pocket. AND SLICED OFF MUMS HEAD!



“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” , I screamed. Then I woke up. I was in my body! Then I turned on my light and looked at my Michael Jackson poster. It winked at me. “Here we go again!” , I said.



THE END

Thank you for reading.

2 comments:

  1. Isaac, your story kept my interest right through to the end. I was wondering where your 'world tour' was going to take you next! I was impressed with the way you could write using direct speech and keep the flow of the story moving along. Thanks for a good read.
    Mrs Derham

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