I immediately thought that we were doomed, but at the same time we were not because my sister and I were surrounded by wonderful San Francisco. But again who would see us from such a long distance? Although we were stranded at a prison with such history, and glory I was happy because my sister was with me. Quite frankly she always has been there for me in the time of need.
I was afraid, suddenly the tears slowly dropped from my eyes, I could not find my sister, Bethany. I went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. All the sudden, I could hear a far cry, from a distance, the voice did not sound very familiar it was quite muffled. I was struggling to determine the origin of the mysterious voice. I could feel the fresh breeze of the bay however it felt very unpleasant, as I could not share this fresh breeze with my sister. I unexpectedly heard the mysterious voice once again, but this time it was different, the voice I could hear was not muffled it was clear, and it was the voice of my beloved sister.
She sat near the guard tower and waved her hands like a monkey who had just seen a truck full of bananas. I rushed to the tower, and questioned her childish act. I immediately yelled “WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMB SKANK, DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUN!?” It became dead silent for a brief moment, I just realised that I called my sister a skank. What kind of human would call his or her sister a skank? Me apparently. Bethany immediately slapped me, I truly deserved that, I said.
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