centrifugal rush, I'm anonymous
ROUGH DRAFT
Student name: Vaishnav Muralidharan
Grade: 7
Section: C
School: NPS International Configurable rush, I’m anonymous
The dark clouds played their loud drums and collided with one another for a resounding kiss, which caused its mouths to drool, that fell hard on the Earth like a boxer smashing his opponent with all his might. Wilbercht Schmidt had just locked the Pergamon Museum in Berlin, at 10:05 PM, and was about to cross the road which was already wounded by the weight of cars, but now, due to the hard rain, its wounds were even more vulnerable. Wilbercht was as white as a sheet, due to the fact that someone had been shadowing his footsteps. He had got into his car, and started to drive. He saw another red car through his mirror, following his, but it looked blur to him. After 10: 38 pm, Wilbercht’s sense of being followed was over and the car vanished. Wilbercht now, was totally unprepared for what would come next……………..
Albert Kelvin Patrick was enjoying the radiant serene morning as sunlight poured through his bedroom window. Then suddenly, his phone started chirping and fighting with his table, but it was Albert who called the war off.
“Mr. Albert, Agent 7. Please report to the MI8 Headquarters at 10 AM sharp.”
“I’m working on a new case?”
“Yes, sir. You are expected to meet Tyranvetz Karpov at room 11. A new client is waiting for you, sir.”
“Name, please?”
“Thank you, sir”
“Wait!”
The phone got disconnected abruptly. Albert was pondering about the phone call. He was so curious and started getting ready. He soon was on his heels and reached the headquarters at 9:45 AM. The hair covering his body started drooling from top to toe. But Albert wasn’t the only one sweating out a topographic copy of the Nile River. He saw his new unwell client, gasping and puffing and panting.
“We’ve got this new client, Wilbercht Schmidt, curator of the Pergamon Museum, here in Berlin”, said Tyranvetz
Student name: Vaishnav Muralidharan
Grade: 7
Section: C
School: NPS International Configurable rush, I’m anonymous
The dark clouds played their loud drums and collided with one another for a resounding kiss, which caused its mouths to drool, that fell hard on the Earth like a boxer smashing his opponent with all his might. Wilbercht Schmidt had just locked the Pergamon Museum in Berlin, at 10:05 PM, and was about to cross the road which was already wounded by the weight of cars, but now, due to the hard rain, its wounds were even more vulnerable. Wilbercht was as white as a sheet, due to the fact that someone had been shadowing his footsteps. He had got into his car, and started to drive. He saw another red car through his mirror, following his, but it looked blur to him. After 10: 38 pm, Wilbercht’s sense of being followed was over and the car vanished. Wilbercht now, was totally unprepared for what would come next……………..
Albert Kelvin Patrick was enjoying the radiant serene morning as sunlight poured through his bedroom window. Then suddenly, his phone started chirping and fighting with his table, but it was Albert who called the war off.
“Mr. Albert, Agent 7. Please report to the MI8 Headquarters at 10 AM sharp.”
“I’m working on a new case?”
“Yes, sir. You are expected to meet Tyranvetz Karpov at room 11. A new client is waiting for you, sir.”
“Name, please?”
“Thank you, sir”
“Wait!”
The phone got disconnected abruptly. Albert was pondering about the phone call. He was so curious and started getting ready. He soon was on his heels and reached the headquarters at 9:45 AM. The hair covering his body started drooling from top to toe. But Albert wasn’t the only one sweating out a topographic copy of the Nile River. He saw his new unwell client, gasping and puffing and panting.
“We’ve got this new client, Wilbercht Schmidt, curator of the Pergamon Museum, here in Berlin”, said Tyranvetz