When I Moved To Australia

When I Moved To Australia Chapter 5

Okay, so i've made an effort to post some more before i go on my school camp...for those few of you who actually read this story...

help me come up with a better title than 'When I Moved To Australia' ....its kinda lame dont you think?

I couldn't believe my eyes. This was CRAZY! I can't believe what James has done to this shed! Do Aunt and Uncle even know about this?

Okay, so, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. Or a lot. But I just can't believe it...

All the wall are pray painted bright colours and patterns. But that's not all. It's full of birds. BIRDS. Big birds. There are about three big white ones with yellow feathers on their heads and about twenty other random birds flying around, sitting on perches...you know, all that birdy stuff they do.

James has one of the big ones on his shoulder. I'm not watching where I'm going and I stumble over a bucket or something.

"Who's there?" James asks. Then the birds echoes: "Who's there? Who's there?"

"Shush, Tilly!" James whispers, to the bird I guess. He looks around and spots me.

"Milly? What are you doing here?" He asks. "Milly! Milly?" The bird says.

I come out of my hiding spot. "I, um...I...followed you?" I say.

"Why would you do that? You know I don't let anyone in here!" He says.

"I was, er, curious..." I say. James sighs And walks over to another of his birds. "It really awesome in here," I start, trying to light the mood, "Did you paint the walls?"

"Yeah," He mumbles, embarrassed.

"It's really, really amazing," I say

"Amazing, amazing!" The bird says. I glare at it.

"I painted it for Tilly," James says, gesturing to the one who speaks. "She likes colour,"

"Colour," She says. We both laugh.

"Where did you get all these birds?" I ask.

"They just fly in and out. See that hole up there?" James points up to the corner. "They come in from there. All...except for Tilly,"

"Why?" I ask.

"I honestly don't know. She won't leave." He says.

"Leave?" Tilly says.

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