Narrative-story
As soon as I saw the rest of the group at the airport, I realised that I made a dreadful mistake. I
shouldn’t have booked this trip alone. I should have invited a friend with me. Rest of the
group standing few hundred meters away from me were punks. I mean literally punk people
with their weird hairstyles and entirely dressed in black. They seemed so terryfing to me. Few
of them noticed me standing here and they gave me smirky smiles. That scared me even more.
How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this trip with these guys? I started walking slowly
towards them, thinking that maybe I should turn around and not go to this trip. But I payed so
much money and waited for this journey for so long. I reached the group and I was shaking a
little. But you know what? They turned out to be the nicest and friendliest people and I had
the best trip ever with them
annaabi.ee 
