My Ferrari

It was half past seven in the morning and I had a busy day ahead of

me. I got into my Ferrari 360 spyder; put my bag on the passenger

seat.

I started the engine, put it into gear and made my way to the

airport, with the roaring sound of the Ferrari behind me.

I had to go pretty fast because I had to be at the airport before my

flight left. As I approached the entrance to the airport, I made my

way to the runway.

There was a barrier across it so that it would be blocked of for other

customers. He asked me why I was their. I showed him a pass which

granted me permission to enter the run way.

He kindly pushed a button in his small control box, which would lift

the barrier. As I passed through the barrier, I turned the corner of

the runway; there right before my eyes was my private jet.

Another steward approached me and said he would park my car for me, I

jumped out of my car, got my belongings and handed my car keys so he

could park it in a private car park.

I made my way on foot in the direction of my jet. As I came to the

stairs which would take me up to my jet there was a very beautiful air

stewardess. She greeted me with a smile; she helped me with my things

and guided me to my jet.

She showed me to my seat as it was only me on the jet I asked the

stewardess to put my things on the spare remaining seats, which would

be no use to me. I sat myself down, near the window. I gazed out to

it; it was a nice sunny bright day.

I buckled myself into the seat; an announcement was made to me. It was

the captain of the plane. He said it was a pleasure that I was on the

plane, ensured me that I would have a pleasant jo...

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the car belonged to me. I had to sign another piece of paper, so it

could be shipped to England and taken to my home. I handed more money

to cover the cost of it arriving quickly and safely.

I got back to the taxi, he then drove me to the airport, so I could

catch my flight. I got all my things and boarded they jet. I had some

help by the air stewardess. I got to my seat. I buckled myself in the

chair.

I woke, it was the air stewardess. She said we had arrived back into

England. I must have dozed off. She helped with my belongings; I made

my way off the jet. My Ferrari was waiting for me. The same gentle man

who had parked it for me.

He handed over the keys, he asked if I had a pleasant journey. I

replayed yes it was busy. I put my things into the car then headed

home after a busy but enjoyable day.