purple balloon

A girl approached my (high)classmate and me. "Hi, would u like a balloon?"

"YES PLS! Purple colour pls!" I was delighted! I love balloons!

I was in the middle of school.

"Hmm... how am i going to bring this into the library. I give you the option to run away and pretend you don't know me now." I told my (high)classmate.

Inside, i was beaming at the thought of putting my purple balloon into my orange coloured room (besides my dying, deflating cow). i realized i really like balloons. i would like to have balloons in my room everyday.

i happily bounced along with my purple balloon, feeling rather self-conscious on behalf of my (high)classmate.

Into the library, the purple balloon went.

Out of the library the purple balloon went.

Into the light drizzle and strong wing, the purple balloon spiralled.

Under the increasing pour the purple balloon struggled.

Into raffles city and den into the mrt station the purple balloon escaped.

I walked with my feet in two portable puddles of water (my poor everbest shoes) into the train. I saw a baby pram in front of me with an adorable little girl with pigtails in her sch u.

Her eyes, immediately gravitated to the purple floating mass. She couldn't take her eyes off the gorgeous thing.

Her grandma looked in my direction to see what her granddaughter was staring at.

"You want it?" i asked.

"You want it?" the grandma asked.

Grandma took out a tissue and wiped my wet balloon dry as i untied it from my wrist.

"Thank you." Grandma smiled at me, while saying "My granddaughter is sick and she wouldn't stop crying and making noise. Thank you."

"No problem." i replied. After a moment, i told Grandma. "I got it from my school. Perhaps thats the reason i took the balloon today. To give to your granddaughter."

I waved at Pigtails. She waved back.

I made a new friend.