The Proper Role-Play

“You and he aren't. You aren't enrolled in school, because you are to old and they wouldn't let you in anyway. I can't wait to go! What about you Tess?” I say, hyped up now.
 
That wasn't four sentences. It has to be 3-4 sentences long.

“I don't know. We'll be down there a long time.” I say. “You seriously newd to shower, you smell like vomit, sweat, and muddy poop!”
I clamp my nose shut.
 
"You should try living outside the city!" I say as I walk down the stairs slowly.
"Hurry up with your trip! I've got nothing to do. Besides talking to the satyr..."
 
“Creatious Shiparol.” I whisper.
The ship began to finish building itself. Lil' Elf's hammer floated out of his hand.
It's time! I whispered into all going on the field trip. Meet me outside the Kremlin.
 
"I'll fly it there. It's confusing if you don't know the levers.. Anyone want to join me for it's first flight?" I ask, jumping on deck.
 
I come up out of the water and clump up the ship and stand up soaking wet on the deck.

"You were gonna leave me?" I ask annoyed.

"Too bad I'm hard to shake off." I mutter.
 
I look at the rising ship, lighten up with a beautiful sunset reflecting of her prow.
Sunset... Oh no, gotta get back to the camp!
I race down the stairs and run... Seeing the cities gates closing I dive through, just missing the close. I keep running. The camp is right there! I risk a glance up, the ship is still rising in all her glory, and the moon has rose in front of me. I keep on running and look behind me, The moon's rays are about to hit me!
 
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