Flight

I was in the cockpit of a plane and everybody was a little tipsy. I took a seat in the co-pilot's chair and was looking at all the buttons and dials. I had a feeling I was about to have to fly the plane. All of a sudden we were plummeting towards the sea. I was trying my best to do what the pilot and ground control were telling me to do. But the plane crashed.

I woke up in a countryside town in America. I spent days riding my bike around. I didn't really talk to anybody and nobody really talked to me. Then one night I was riding to the river, in the dark. A car came up behind me very slowly. The person inside was angry that I had killed somebody in their family on the plane. Suddenly I was falling from the ledge of a tall rock beside the river. I think I died.

John Goodman

I was at my grandparents and John Goodman was in the next door neighbours garden, being really loud and angry.

He broke through into my grandparent's garden. There was some bushes in front of the window and I had the curtains drawn. He was using a chainsaw to cut the bushes down, still shouting. Then a double barrel shotgun poked through the curtains and I held my chest and pretended to be shot. John loved it and was laughing at me. He thought I was so funny and we became friends.