''Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.''
What is this? Why do someone want to meet me at the bridge, in the middle of the night?
The clock were 11 pm, so one hour from now I'll be there.
When the clock were nearly midnight I walked to the bridge. No one was there. Strange.
Suddenly, behind my back 3 people came. I didn't notice them at first.
Then they yelled.
''Happy birthday John!''
It was my 3 best friends, Annie, Jonathan and Drew.
''Sorry for my bad handwriting Marc! I was in a hurry when I wrote it.''
''Haha! It's okay! Thanks guys!'' I replied with happiness.
Such a good story! Nice to see that you're so good at the -ly form in English; barely, nearly.
SvaraRaderaThank you! :)
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