One pitch ,black night footsteps silently travel to my bedroom
“Kingston wake up” Dad mumbled
”huh” I replied “we are going fishing”
“yay” I whispered when I looked out the cracked window, seeing the sun slowly rising. I was so frosty in the shadowy grey car. Eventually got to the sandy beach.
Crunch Crunch my icy feet stomp on the bleak beach. we slowly set up the lava red fishing rod .my blue fishing rod i'll help dad said I held on tight to my dad's red fishing rod then all of a sudden … the rod was being heaved by the enormous fish. I pulled with all my might it felt like I was pulling a giant boulder I couldn't get it out until bang the big red snapper leaped out of the water dad dashed to the beached snapper and picked it up with a red wet towel it was so shiny red I picked the fish up with the wet towel we took a nice photo then quickly dashed home. And slowly we we filited the shiny red snapper Mum placed the nice red fish as we smelt it in the oven we were licking our lips. Then it finally came out then we completely consumed it.