The Hitch- Hiker - By Caitlin D

The sun blinding me almost causing me to crash. It was a long endless dusty road. The engine rattling as rocks are spitting up behind me. My heart beating, worrying there could be something coming round the corner. Calming myself as I come round the corner I could she a shadow of a odd looking man. I knew I was in for some trouble.

While I was driving I came across a very peculiar looking man holding his thumb up. He had brown eyes as dark charcoal, a bushy beard that tickled, ginger nut hair, skinny fingers, worn cowboy boots and a long mysterious jacket. I pulled over reluctantly and asked him where he was heading he said and hour off London and at that moment I thought what have I put myself into.

My long curly hair flicked across the dirty seat. A small screech belted out as the door squeaked open. I'm grazing over elements of the ancient car, I looked up a smile curled over my cheekbones as he edged his way into the passenger seat.

As we paced along the road, a trail of oil lead behind us, the trees became bigger and bigger to reveal a big lush green meadow. Flowers bloomed along the edge of the road only to be flattened by my ancient car.