running technique on fleek (that rhymed)
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The group ended up having the time of their lives at the hang gliding centre, looking down on the city and it's exotic beaches. Ngoc Han and Benson both came close to death - well that's how Benson put it - when they lost grip of the hand bar set in front of them. They dropped slightly, their harnesses catching them on the way down but the hang gliding support was struggling to carry the sudden weight for a second.
Lucky for them, their adult partners were trained for that matter and even said "it happens quite a bit with little ones". Both Ngoc Han and Benson huffed discretely at being called "little", but didn't retaliate.
After the flying course, they all went out for lunch. Since there were some noticeable picky eaters that made up a percentage of the class, they negotiated and decided to go to Maccas.
"This is the only time," Rachel had warned them grudgingly. "I actually want to try some real food while I'm here."
When lunch time was over, Alex noted to the rest of his friends that they had spent the whole day traveling around, that they had no place to crash the night. Alex had a point, most of them thought. So, they began to wander around the streets, their eyes scanning the buildings and shops that lined the side walks. Finally, they located a small motel on the corner of a dark, steep road with a small lamp light that lit up the large, wooden door.
"It looks a bit shifty, mate," Zac commented, looking into the dark window.
"Are you sure they are actually open? The lights aren't even on," Natalie pointed at the downstairs lobby, where no human life was visible through the glass which was musty as well.
They entered the 'motel', which had a creepy vibe.
Suddenly, noticing Rachel's hugging absents, Claire asked, "where's Rachel and Stefan?"
"We should split up and find them," Patrick says.
8A starts roaming the halls of the motel, using their phones as make-shift torches.
All of a sudden, they hear a moaning sound. They all stop, and look around, listening for the noise to come again.
"What was that?" Joel breaks the silence.
Lucette gasps. "Oh my God, Rachel's retainers!" She picks them up off the floor with her thumb and pointer finger, the plastic braces coated with a thin layer of dust. "Where's Rachel!"
The group huddle around Lucette and the retainers, then the moaning sound comes again. It seemed to be coming from underneath their feet. Claire was racing to find the basement door.
As she was sprinting, she tripped over the latch of a trap door that was open slightly. The groans keep coming, making a chill run down her spine.
Slowly, she pulls the door open, shimmying into the cool ground floor. The moans are as loud as ever. Claire's eyes are met with the most surprising sight ever. Also disgusting.
"Get some!" Making a hasty hip thrusting movement. Just as quickly as she came in, she climbed out and ran off to the class, leaving Stefan and Rachel staring dumbfounded at where Claire had jumped out.
"Stefan and Rachel! In the basement!" She lead 8A to the trap door, holding it open as they crawled in, a random act of kindness.
What a shock they got!
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ha Rachel sucks to be you
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The Antics of 8A
Ficção Geraljust 26 aussie friends having a hella good geography lesson