My name is Anthony. This is a completely true story.
One stormy night, my friends Manuel, Tom, Janine, Juliet, and I were flying over the Bermuda Triangle when we got caught up in a hurricane.
“I can’t hold on much longer!” Yelled Tom, for it was his plane we were in. “We’re losing her!”
“We’ve got to, like, find a place to land? I think?” Juliet obviously stated. She’s the reason that we blondes have a bad name.
“Shut up if you don’t have anything smart to say!” Manuel belted at poor Juliet. “And you two! Why aren’t you coming with any ideas, smart or other wise?!”
“Why don’t you shut up Manuel?” I said strait to his face.
“Yeah,” Janine said. “We’re going to do one of three things; crash into the gulf, the mainland, or an unexplored island.”
Before Manuel could retaliate, Tom yelled, “We’re going down! Brace yourselves!” and we crashed, flipped twice, and landed upside-down in a tree. But, we found this out in the morning because we were knocked out.