The night was cold, harsh, and dark. No wind current. Not even a whistle or a peep. As the owls hooted and the crickets made a noise that sounded as if they were
, A Fourteen Year old boy was staring at his marble celing, waiting and watching for something to happen. There was a shake of commotion, but young Charlie ignored it. Then Out of breaking heat! CRASH! The windows blew open, shooting glass shards in his very skin!
A black Tiger Held Charlie on his bed, under his very breath he lay, motionless in depths of shear death that may occur.
So Charlie Slipped under the tiger. (The tiger was blind, but could smell.) Before he slipped, he plugged up the tiger nose. Charlie slid open the window a closed his eyes, prayed and leaped for his own survival. By the time he got out, the tiger started chasing him, had gotten the plugs out was a problem. Charlie was sprinting so hard and jumped up onto a street light, the tiger dug it's claws, charlie able to survive because the tiger was digging very lightly. Charlie ran and picked up enough speed and back flipped onto the iger, bull riding and gymnastics were usful now.
he was able to knock the tiger into a pole and Charlie ran straight to his best friend's house, James helped him out there.
He exaimened the small wound that Charlie had gotten and said.
''I'm Surprised you came across a Phamasix tIGER.'' James said surprisively
''A
What? Charlie Bellowed in confusion!
''A
Phamasix Tiger.'' said James flatly