I drank, 2 bottles of 750ml of meko water today.
When I came back home from school, my mom asked me if I would go on the adventure of venturing into the dark mahagony cupboards to find my long lost box of chocolate milk. I smiled, bravely, as I accpected this mission and I took my best adventure gear, a compass, a helmet and a torch, as well as a piece of mouldy cheese. I walked out of my pink wall, pink ceilling-light, pink room from basically, and walked into my living room. I escaped through my white glass slide-door and slowly opened the heavy wooden door, located on the other side of the living room and I walked out. I heard the door quietly clicked shut.
The stairs were grey but the hand rails were expectionally red. It was a big comparrision and the railings underneath was rusty, black bits fall off every now and then. The wall above me was already old and crumply. Pieces of “walls” fell upon my head and I quickly shaked it off. I proceded down the stairs and to the blue gate. The gate was a very alarming colour of blue. it had 4 mailboxes nailed down at the backside of the wall and a screw to seal the boxes. It was all very old. There were umbrellas, hung on to a bar which was connected to a dark blue door. Inside the door, was millions and millions of electricity wires and rats which will nibble on them sooner or later. My grandfather always puts cages inside the room to catch the rats. The rats are too dumb and would be lured into the cage just because of a piece of cheese. Then my gramp will drown the rats in HIS VERY OWN FISH TANK. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. The fish doesn’t die, strangely, I wonder if he feeds them, live-forever-pills…
Anyway. I opened the lock of the gate and walked outside. Outside the gate were cars parked in a row. The cars were all about 10 years old, but kept in fairly good condition. There was three ways I could go, down the stairs to another village or out the main exit, and walk up the path, or go around the house and go to the mountain. I choose the mountain, because: 1. I have never been there. 2. I have been to the other exits quite often and they tend to get boring. So I walked behind the houses. I was walking through the alley way while I caught a glimpse of a blonde hair girl walking on the opposite street, in front of the old police station. She was wearing a local school uniform and her hair was very fizzzy and tied up into a pony tail. I guess she didn’t see me, so she kept walking. I felt a weird feeling inside me, how can a foreingner learn cantonese and go to a local school!? But very soon I left that thought and continued through the alleyway. I was surrounded by thousands and thousands of ginger cats in a blink of an eye. They all looked at me, as if they were waiting for my reaction. I walked slowly to the bridge in front and they seemed to lose their intrest and they moved on. As I reach the bridge there were serveral 4-leaf-clovers, planted near the bridge. It was the most amazing sight I have ever seen. But I got to continue to find the goddamn chocolate milk. So I climbed the metal steps and up the moutain I go………..
What will I meet?
Will I ever find the chocolate milk?
Who was the Blonde Hair Girl?
Wait for part two to know, the ending of 2 bottles of Meko & the forgotten box of chocolate milk.
Enjoy.
