A suitcase lay across my bed, waiting to be filled with all sorts of clothes. My dad was down stairs packing his things and calling his friends. I could hear him growl in anger. He crushed his load into his suitcase and slammed it shut.
I was nearly half way done when he came into my room with some of his friends. They always helped us for our yearly move. Ron and Dave picked up my bed and started to go down the stairs. I kept taking things from my drawer and stuffing it in suitcases.
As I put my last clothes into a suitcase, my dad ran into the room with terror written all over his face. "We need to go, now!" I have never seen him this scared. He bolted back into the hallway and I ran after him. I never got a reason to why we moved a lot, but as I took the final step through the front door, I knew why.
In the yard something black and purple sparked and jolted. Something the size of a house came through it. It was a lizard, with wings. It was a bright green with vines reaching down from its back like it fell asleep for a hundred years and just woke up. It looked straight at me. It's red eyes were filled with confusion. I felt sorry for the thing yet I was still terrified.
Suddenly it got angry, very angry. It charged at me while building up a green fluid in its mouth. I barely dodged it the first time, but the second time, a huge blue dragon came out of nowhere and knocked the green dragon on its back. It started to tear at the green dragon's belly. Then it went for the throat.
Blood flooded the road and seamed to pour out endlessly from the green dragon. The blue dragon started to shrink. It vanished behind the green dragon and a new figure popped out from behind it. It was my father, butt naked running to the house.
