It was 9A.M and we were getting ready to leave America, but first we went for our suits and helmets. Our captain was in Bath, England. So our commander was our captain for today. We were going on small boats. When we were close to the beach, the German were shooting us “DUCK DOWN ” shouted the commander. When we reached it, it was terrible. About 500 of us got killed. My best friend got really hurt so I rushed frantically to save him. They threw a bomb and we all nearly died. Well, I threw the bomb back and rushed back. We killed them and I got a silver medal.
A few days ago a couple had moved in next door. Their names were John and Jenny Bath. They had been seen in the newspapers a lot. People say that they are spies.
One night I heard gunshots coming from next door. I went to check it out. I saw a man in an orange jumper and wearing a mask. He was holding a Glock 97 pistol. He had shot John in the left knee. The man ran away with a briefcase. Jenny went outside and saw her husband wounded on the ground.
I called the police and the ambulance for him. I told them what I saw and they said they would look for the criminal. A few weeks later John’s knee had recovered. They told his wife that he was a fighter during the surgery. Jenny danced when she saw her husband on the way home. Jenny fell clumsily but got back up to welcome back her husband.
As I woke up I clumsily walked down the stairs. There was a sharp knock on the door. It was the post man. He greeted me and handed me an envelope. It was an invitation to fight in the main event in UFC 229. I danced around in excitement.after 3 long months of training the fight had finally come.
As I walked out to the octagon in the BATH arena New York with my green, white and orange Irish flag the crowed went wild.
I entered the octagon with great confidence and in the end I knocked him out with a right hook and I’m now the UFC leightweight champion of the world.
I am a fighter and I’m fighting in the Bath arena in a UFC fight. I was getting annoyed by my opponent’s support and for no reason, I danced across the ring. My opponent was trying to hit me but he couldn’t.
That silenced the crowd as nothing was happening.
I zigzagged my way around the octagon. He was getting tired and the crowd were starting to get wrestles. After a while, a cheeky spectator threw an orange into the ring. I clumsily slipped and my opponents left was heading straight for my face…
My friend was playing a video game. He was not really good at it anyway so he decided to dance through the game. He danced with his teammates.
Suddenly a fighter from the opposite team ran up to him and shot him. My friend ran off the dancing floor zigzagging into the bath to hide. Later he clumsily walked out of the bathroom and he saw the fighter – he finally killed him.
My friend was disappointed with himself. He screamed quite loudly and his Mom got mad at him and grounded him for two weeks.
” MR. Bath, can I go to the bathroom please?” I asked.
Silently but quickly I went to the bathroom. Suddenly I saw an orange flame at the bathroom door. I sprinted back to the class and told Mr. Bath. As soon as my words were out the fire alarm went off.
” Everybody, stay calm!” shouted Mr. Bath.
We were going to go out the door but there were ginormous flames by the door. Clumsily I fell over and knocked my books off the table.
“Over here” shouted a deep voice.
A firefighter had just come in the door and rescued us. I was very pleased.
Back in the day there was a queen named Pepper who was hosting a party at her castle in Bath, London. Pepper was married to a fire fighter who was an extremely jolly man. But Pepper had a secret – she liked the colour orange which was known as a sign of weakness.
Later on people started gathering and the Party started. Everyone danced their heart out. Soon Pepper spilled a glass of champagne on her colourless grey dress so she went to change it. Clumsily she put on a bright silky orange dress. She came downstairs and what a shock everyone got when they spotted her.
What would she do now?
It was 2 weeks after the war and I was taking a bath but I clumsily spilled my orange juice and it went into the electric socket. My house went up in flames but luckily I live next to a firefighter and he called the fire brigade.
But when they got to my house I realised that my daughter was still inside probably dancing to the pop song “Danced with the stars.” Luckily she was ok but now I will never bring orange juice into the bathroom again.
It was the 12th of May 2018 and I was getting ready for my first league match this season. I played for Boys Academy in Tottenham Hotspur but we called it B.A.T.H. for short. Everyone use to say that I was a fighter because I didn’t start a match. But I stayed with the academy because I loved it.
A week before the game I had been working non-stop to make the team and it worked because I was named up front. The game had started and midway through the game I fell over my orange laces clumsily but I got up and scored the only goal of the game and then I danced off in celebration.
A plate clumsily fell out of my hand. My parents were so mad at me they told me that I couldn’t go on the school tour. I really wanted to go because my class was going to Bath in England.
I already had my orange bag packed. I was so annoyed at my parents that I went upstairs. I tried to sneak out but they heard me so I danced to make them think that I was just dancing. It didn’t work and I got grounded.
The next day I was watching my favourite fighter when I heard my parents shout to get ready as they changed their minds.