(I'm sorry I've been gone for ages guys, life grabbed my by the ankle, so I haven't been able to work on this.)
(I'm honestly really sorry, I hope you can forgive me.)
(Let us now begin our venture to the end of this lovely story.)
"GIVE ME BACK MY CLOAK" I screamed as I rounded the corner. instead of any sort of response, I only heard giggling and the quick pounding of my brother and his minion's feet. I saw them round another corner and so I sprinted as quickly as my legs could carry me. As I rounded the corner, they attacked me. My brother and his hoodlums tackled me and tied my cloak around my face so that I couldn't see. After doing that, they pushed me down the stairs.
What should've taken a minute, felt like years. Every thump caused a new and ever growing feeling. Pain.
On my descent, I pondered what I was going to do about Winnie.
Should I *ow* be suave and *oww* ask her to dance with *owww* me? Maybe I could sweep *oww* her off her feet and *owwww* kiss her. Perhaps *oww* I could...
And then I finally hit me. Right smack dab in the middle of the forehead.
The floor.