Young girls have aspirations just like gorillas always enjoy bananas they never planted.

"Stop! Stop!"

The car was already thirty metres before she made the decision.

"Argh, come on," the lizard at the beach continued, "Lynn, what is it now?"

"Just hit the gas pedal!"

"That's what I'm doing!"

"No, I mean, behind!"

"What do you mean by behind?" he removed the glasses to reveal a smiling face.

She shot him a small glance of You know what I mean.

"This boy," the now smiling face had changed, "Do you know him?!"

She just kept quiet like a tree planted in a land it hates.

The red beast hit reverse. Steve kept running.

"Maybe they have forgotten something at school!"  he reasoned and continued jogging.

"Please, Stop!"

"Maybe the passenger is telling the driver to hit the gas pedal!" he reasoned again like a philosopher trapped in an emotional event. He continued jogging to school. He wanted to find his queen before she went for the summer. He wanted to hug her. There is this courage that boys have when they have not yet met their girl. It can be likened to a warrior in Greek mythology when they had not yet met the lion they were going to fight.

The Ferrari was coming closer like a mosquito to its victim.

It then parked near him but he kept jogging like a devoted puppy running after its master.

"Steve, stop. Please!"

The voice was loud and clear like a roar of a tiger to a herd of deer. When he realised by her voice she was the one in the Ferrari, he wanted to disappear in the air above him like he had seen Dani the magician do on stage. Only problem was that he was too big to disappear in the smelling air of anger above him. Anger has a smell. It is a mixture of mango juice then peppered with shame and fear. When this drink was served to the air above his nose, Steve passed it through the nose, then it went to the brain.

The brain coded a message to his major processor unit- the legs. The message was coded in the format:

<code> Run!faster! Than! a! ferrari! </code> and don't listen to her.

"Steve please, I am sorry!" the voice cascaded through the still reversing Red Beast.

"Get out and apologize," Advised the man who had been bullied in high school for not having a prom date.