Then I heard a “ting” and Kevin, Mickey, and Leo fell off their chairs onto the floor.
“They’re finally done,” said the gladiator, Leo’s screen showed a dragon, Kevin’s screened showed a _____, and Mickey’s screen showed a Chmira.
“What are those rankings?” asked the gladiator
“Let me see,” said John as he pulled down a chart, “Dragon rank 4, ___ rank _, Chmira rank 7.”
It looked like the 3D images were animals, but I couldn’t make out what they were.
Of course, I had no idea why I felt that way; then Emma snapped me out of my daydreaming.
“You have something on your shirt,” she said, so I looked down, and she flicked her hand up. She laughed at me.
“Wow, real mature,” I told her.
When it just wouldn’t take off I smashed it on the floor in out rage. After a few days I put it back together. It was better then ever! The wings were right, the shape was aerodynamic, I painted it my favorite color, and my toys could get inside. I didn’t want it to break so I placed it on