The Missing Paint Brush
The Missing Paint Brush
It all started when Yates was painting his picture of his imaginary friend, named Macey. He decided that she should have long hair and a small body , she should be very smart to. As Yates was mixing the paint he felt as if something was going to happened. Then he heard his stepmothers feet pounding against the cold wood floor. It sounded like a lion running across wood with his sharp claws. Yates heart pounded with feer when he heard the door open. He tried to hide all his paints as quickly as he could. Yates turned around to hide under the dark and cobwebbed desk but instead he hit his stepmothers pink powder all over the painting and got sucked in.
The wind whirled and whistled until Yates opened his eyes. As he looked around him he only saw his blurry imaginary friend holding up two fingers. With his paint brush on the ground Yates got up, shaking like a dog after it’s bath.
” Hello, Yates ” said his imaginary friend, Macey.
Yates looked around the room with a screwed up face?
” Lets go,” shouted Macey. ” Who cares about a silly brush.” You won’t need it at all.
Yates and Macey were so exhausted by the tome they reached a big colorful hot air balloon. They both stepped into the newly made basket. Yates and Macey wanted to travel through France, England, Paris, and Rome. They thought Rome was the best spot they went to.
Back at Yates home his stepmother was boiling with anger. She was as angry as a fire breathing dragon that has not had his daily meal.
” That boy Yates is in such deep trouble when he gets back home.”
Yates stepmother was so mad that she decided to paint a picture of an island far away from Yates home so he could never get back home, ever again.
” Where are we going? ” said Yates?”
” I don’t know,” said Macey with feer in her eyes.
As Yates and Macey were zooming across islands and islands they found themselves lost on a stranded island far away from their own home.
” We are lost,” said Macey!
” Now we aren’t,” said Yates,” because i know how to get home.”
Yates started wandering round the island in search of his paint brush. He looked behind trees and under sea shells. He knew it would be somewhere.
” I found it, “said Macey.
Macey put the key in Yates hands, as soon as he got the keys he unlocked the small wood treasure chest. The chest peered open with a creek of happiness.
” Finally I found my wooden brush.”
” I have to go home now,” screeched Yates as if he were a eagle calling for food.
Yates was painting a picture of his home. A few seconds later Yates was lying in his bed with stark in the sky as night lights.
