Fiction: Group 3
She was still terrified that the exact same thing would happen to her again. She wanted to explore the
outside world of Macau. She went into one of the many famous places in Macau, The Ruins of St. Paul.
She knew that Carlo Spinola built the Ruins of St. Paul and she wanted to see his work. Scarlett only
wanted to have a look around The Ruins of St. Paul. Scarlett saw a free black taxi coming her way so she
put her hand up to indicate that she wanted to get in the taxi.
There she was, right in front of the Ruins of St. Paul. She went to have a look inside it. Scarlett was looking
all around the inside of the Ruins of St. Paul until she bumped into someone and dropped her purse.
“Are you OK, I’m really sorry let me help you up,” the man who bumped into her said. “It’s fine,” Scarlett
replied. “Let me make it up to you and let’s walk around and explore this fine place,” he said. “I haven’t
really met you as a friend but let’s see how it goes,” Scarlett replied. She knew if she said no it would be a
little rude.
They walked around and had a look at the Ruins of St. Paul. “You should really come over to my place,
you seem like a friendly fellow,” the man who bumped into Scarlett said. “Ermmmm, OK,” she said
reluctantly.
They went over to Bobby’s house for a cup of tea. Bobby lived near the Pearl River Delta with the view of
the beautiful water. “Do you have any parents?” Bobby asked. Um, yes, I have mother and I use to have a
father until he just disappeared,” Scarlett replied. “Shame, what was his name?” Bobby questioned. “His
name was Morsejo Saderica.” “Excuse me for a second, I need to get something,” Bobby said. He went to
his bedroom and brought a knife into the living room where they were sitting. It seemed like Bobby was
going to stab Scarlett.
TO BE CONTINUED…
