…told me that my father had disappeared and that they had found his car on the road. It had several flat tires and dents. People could not understand what had happened. After that, we had received a letter demanding a ransom and setting a deadline for the delivery. According to my father, he escaped soon after, and so I can speak to him today.
Posted by: cancerbero93 | 30/05/2010
Andrew 11
Posted in Collaborative Writing | Tags: 2009-2010, 4th year students, fiction, romance