Once there was a 9 year old boy name Mike who lives in a 2 story house.The only thing Mike would do is to play with his rocket and sleep all the time.
He started playing with his rocket when suddenly he slid sideways.He felt like his house was lifting up.First,he yelled for his mom ,but never heard a word.
I want to go home,help!
Then, he looked in every room and every closet,but found nobody.He tried to turn on the light.When he flipped the switch nothing happened.
That was a bad dream.
Bang,Bang,Bang Mike heard something coming from the from the living room.He slowly crawled to the living room and saw that his toy fell down.He had a strange feeling that he was somewhere else.
Last,he looked out the window and starred at the vast endless space.He cried,"Someone help,I want to go back home,"Mike went under his bed.He thought to himself,"It would be better if I prepared earlier."
At 7:00 the alarm rang and Mike woke up.Mike thought of the bad dream he had. Mike thought to himself,"It's never to early to prepare."