I'm actually not sure

Making zero sense

Sophia Connor looked at the warped surfboard in her hands and felt lonely.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. She had always loved magical New York with its oily, ordinary oceans. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joshua Chan. Joshua was a funny author with charming hair and curvy eyes.

Sophia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a forgetful, lovable, coffee drinker with pretty hair and ginger eyes. Her friends saw her as an ashamed, anxious angel. Once, she had even helped a little injured dolphin cross the road.

But not even a forgetful person who had once helped a little injured dolphin cross the road, was prepared for what Joshua had in store today.

The rain hammered like eating dolphin, making Sophia active.

As Sophia stepped outside and Joshua came closer, she could see the heavy smile on his face.

Joshua glared with all the wrath of 5600 peculiar moldy manta ray. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want love."

Sophia looked back, even more active and still fingering the warped surfboard. "Joshua, sup sugar-cube," she replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two shredded, shaky shark swimming at a very optimistic holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles thinking to the beat.

Suddenly, Joshua lunged forward and tried to punch Sophia in the face. Quickly, Sophia grabbed the warped surfboard and brought it down on Joshua's skull.

Joshua's charming hair trembled and his curvy eyes wobbled. He looked ecstatic, his emotions raw like a powerless, poor piano.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Joshua Chan was dead.

Sophia Connor went back inside and made herself a nice cup of coffee.