Write a Book in a Day 2018

a smirk on his face. My thoughts about the thoughts of the tiger were halted as I was blinded by a flashing light. “What are we going to do now? Where are we? And most importantly, where is my precious recorder!” Mum ranted. We knew that Mum was loyally dedicated to her precious podcast, but this level of dedication was insane. We just time travelled to Ancient Egypt; and the first thing that popped into her head was her podcast? The arguing continued for a couple of minutes before Quentin pointed out the window. Our jaws dropped as we saw the words draped on the old-style banner: ‘Romeo and Juliet’. However, the moment of silence didn’t last.

“Romeo and Juliet? What is this, Shakespeare?” Dad asked. He was combing the little hair he had left on his head on one hand and in the other holding a futuristic looking mirror. It was ironic really. He was a short stout beautician who worked with models. My thoughts were interrupted by the incessant arguing of my family, who were subsequently interrupted by our new Tasmanian friend. “You mean when. And yes, we are in the era of Shakespeare, the original Globe theatre in London” Ebenzo announced grandly. “Anyone up for some Romeo and Juliet?” We just all collectively sighed and stepped out of the Mammoth, making sure to shrink it so no-one could find it. We were probably stuck in Shakespeare’s time, so we decided to find the silver lining instead of moping.