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There once was a girl named Ruby. Ruby is a girl who has blonde, short, and wavy hair. Her eyes are the colour of the ocean, blue. Her eyelashes as long as an inchworm. Her eyebrows are also quite thin. Her chin is very narrow with freckles on her cheeks. The colour of her skin is tan. Lastly, her lips feel and look crispy.
Ruby walked up to the counter, excited. This had been my first time flying to Paris, France on a plane before and now I’m flying back to my home in Toronto, Ontario from vacation. The lady behind the counter glanced at my passport, looked at me, then looked back at my passport. “Ma’am, this passport is not valid. I am gonna have to ask you to leave or you can get a new passport and come back next time,” she says, looking at me suspiciously. “What do you mean? I just got this passport about a week ago. Why isn’t it valid?” I was very alarmed by this. “Well, this country does not exist. Where are you really from?” she asked. I was panicking trying to figure out what in the world I was gonna do. “Erm, the last time I checked Canada WAS a real country,” I blurted while FREAKING out. “I have never heard of Canada. Would you take a look at this map and point where you are from?” the lady asked me, looking uncomfortable. She pulled out a map and at the top, it said Map of Mars. I thought they might have made a mistake so I asked the lady, “Isn’t it supposed to say Map of Earth instead of Map of Mars” I asked confused. “What do you mean we are on Mars” the lady replied. “This does not look like any map I’ve seen before!” I said completely overwhelmed so I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from my purse, and drew Canada, then pointed to Ontario. “I live in Ontario, right about there”. The lady stared at me in disbelief then thought she understood so she gave me a very polite smile and said “Are you referring to Oakland? I did not know it was that far away. Are you sure this is accurate?” “Yes I am very sure this is accurate,” I said loud enough for everyone in the airport could hear me. The lady smiled but frequently pressed a red button behind the counter. I was in shock when security took me away.
I thought about it for a few minutes and thought “Maybe there IS life on Mars and if I ask to go to Paris, Earth they would take me to Paris, France on Earth instead of Mars. I went back to the lady behind the counter and before she could say anything I told her I have to go to Paris, Earth. She smiled and let me go through the gates. Once I got on the plane it took about 3 days to get back to Paris, France on Earth. Then I had to take another flight back to my home in Toronto, Ontario but I finally got home. That was the most exhausting trip ever!!! Now you know why I don’t go on planes anymore.
The End
Authors Note: Wow, I didn't know I could write all this from that one prompt. If you read this, please let me know how I can be a better writer. Thanks and have an awesome day!
There once was a girl named Ruby. Ruby is a girl who has blonde, short, and wavy hair. Her eyes are the colour of the ocean, blue. Her eyelashes as long as an inchworm. Her eyebrows are also quite thin. Her chin is very narrow with freckles on her cheeks. The colour of her skin is tan. Lastly, her lips feel and look crispy.
Ruby walked up to the counter, excited. This had been my first time flying to Paris, France on a plane before and now I’m flying back to my home in Toronto, Ontario from vacation. The lady behind the counter glanced at my passport, looked at me, then looked back at my passport. “Ma’am, this passport is not valid. I am gonna have to ask you to leave or you can get a new passport and come back next time,” she says, looking at me suspiciously. “What do you mean? I just got this passport about a week ago. Why isn’t it valid?” I was very alarmed by this. “Well, this country does not exist. Where are you really from?” she asked. I was panicking trying to figure out what in the world I was gonna do. “Erm, the last time I checked Canada WAS a real country,” I blurted while FREAKING out. “I have never heard of Canada. Would you take a look at this map and point where you are from?” the lady asked me, looking uncomfortable. She pulled out a map and at the top, it said Map of Mars. I thought they might have made a mistake so I asked the lady, “Isn’t it supposed to say Map of Earth instead of Map of Mars” I asked confused. “What do you mean we are on Mars” the lady replied. “This does not look like any map I’ve seen before!” I said completely overwhelmed so I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from my purse, and drew Canada, then pointed to Ontario. “I live in Ontario, right about there”. The lady stared at me in disbelief then thought she understood so she gave me a very polite smile and said “Are you referring to Oakland? I did not know it was that far away. Are you sure this is accurate?” “Yes I am very sure this is accurate,” I said loud enough for everyone in the airport could hear me. The lady smiled but frequently pressed a red button behind the counter. I was in shock when security took me away.
I thought about it for a few minutes and thought “Maybe there IS life on Mars and if I ask to go to Paris, Earth they would take me to Paris, France on Earth instead of Mars. I went back to the lady behind the counter and before she could say anything I told her I have to go to Paris, Earth. She smiled and let me go through the gates. Once I got on the plane it took about 3 days to get back to Paris, France on Earth. Then I had to take another flight back to my home in Toronto, Ontario but I finally got home. That was the most exhausting trip ever!!! Now you know why I don’t go on planes anymore.
The End
Authors Note: Wow, I didn't know I could write all this from that one prompt. If you read this, please let me know how I can be a better writer. Thanks and have an awesome day!
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