Me and the Dragon

As I, Adrian, sit in my hot house, I stare out of my window. With my dark, black hair as dark as midnight, I take a glimpse of a red dragon with white wings and giant, leaf- green eyes. My mum has peach skin and long, black hair. Also, my dad has dark brown skin and short, straight hair. In my bedroom, I scream and my parents come over. “What is wrong!?” ask my parents in unison. "There is a-a d-dragon!” I stammer clumsily. The dragon, unknown to my parents, is big like a house. Its red scales are as red as blood, although I do not like the combination of red and white. Also, I have light brown skin which is, for some reason, this dragon’s favourite colour, and I have very dark brown eyes, which is its second.

“No there is not,” sighs my dad, “you’re just seeing things.” My parents leave my bedroom right as I hear a roar coming from outside. “Uh-oh... that can’t be good,” I quietly say to myself. I close my eyes hard and open them again. Just to double-check that I’m not in a dream, I slap myself HARD. “Please be a dream… please be a dream…” I whisper, hopeful. Sadly, I look out the window to find the exact same dragon perched in my mostly green backyard. I hear it flapping its giant, strong wings, assuming that the ginormous, mostly red dragon is trying to get airborne. I hastily run to the big, hot backyard and bellow “WHY ARE YOU HERE!?” The monstrous dragon snarls at me, annoyed. It gets as angry adults when kids throw rocks at their brand-new car. Clearly frightened, I panic. I gravely sprint back into my comfortable, relaxing bedroom. Soon, I hear a loud thud, and I immediately know that it came from the dragon without having to look. “Goodnight,” says my dad and I pull the large, heavy blanket up to my shoulders. After exactly 1 ½ long hours, I hear a deep, deafening roar. I’m having a dream about dragons, so I don’t feel surprised, although I wake up. “Ugh. Another nightmare” I moan, fed up. But then I hear another scary roar, and I know that I’m 100% awake, so I DO feel surprised. Even though I feel surprised, I tell myself that I’m hearing weird things. Yet again, I fall asleep. After 1 ½ more long hours of dreaming of dragons, a real dragon comes into my room. I scream in pain as the giant window falls onto me. “OW!” I holler, but, luckily, my parents can’t hear me over my dad’s annoying snoring. I clutch my arm because there is a stream of blood coming from it. These dragon’s talons are as sharp as swords, I think, which is why I’m bleeding a lot. The dragon attacks me, and I am still very confused on why it hates me so much. Another deafening roar fills my ears, and I cover my ears. Seconds later, I feel extremely hot, thanks to the scorching hot fire that feels like 1000 degrees and is as hot as lava made by the dangerous, deadly dragon. I scream because I’ve had enough and after a couple of minutes my annoyed, sleepy mum comes. The dragon stares at the door.

“It’s literally midnight” my mum mumbles, disturbed. “But there is an actual dragon!” I yell and my mum sighs. “There is no way that there is a dragon” my mum responded. I get super annoyed and I tell her to get glasses because the dragon is in plain sight. She thinks about this for a short while. “Ok. I will” states my mum. I didn’t mean literally, so I quietly laugh under my breath. After a very bad sleep, we (me, my mum and my dad) take a shower. It seemed that because I was last, there was no warm water left (This isn't the olden' days, I think, where is the warm water? Why is this always my luck!?). I toss my clothes on hastily, still not believing where we are going. We then get in the dirty, loud car, heading to Specsavers (a glasses shop). "TURN RIGHT ON DUCKQUACK ROAD IN 350 METRES," instructs the GPS, "YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION." We get out, badly parked, but no one cares. Specsavers is about to close, so we rush hoping to arrive in time. “Yes,” whispers my dad “we arrived in time!” On the wall outside of the building, there is a sign saying “CLOSES AT 5PM.” I check my Casio watch and reads 4:57pm. We run into the nicely air-conditioned store, finding the glasses section. Above one shelf of glasses, it says, “MAGICAL GLASSES,” and I assume that they can’t read it. And I'm in luck for the first time, my mum buys a pair of glasses in that section, perform a world-record speed checkout, and we leave the store as soon as it turns 5:00pm. Back in the car, I want to go home ASAP. Just because I do, there's a road closing and we need to take a 15-minute detour. *Sigh*. Guess I'm out of luck again. Once we finally get home, she puts her brand-new glasses on, and I immediately direct my mum to the backyard. She gasps. “SEE!?” I yell. I get as excited as a person finding out that they are about to reach their dreams because she finally spots the dragon. "I'm, I'm... sorry?" is what I get.