Fiction: Group 2
“There was nothing I could scare about. I deserve to win.” David said to himself. Someone may think
that he was stupid and deceiving himself. In fact, his words came true-he won the gambling. In this huge
Casino, people were all surrounding the gambling tables. He found an opponent shortly. At the first few
rounds, David seemed to be no good for the play. But at last, because of the opponent’s mistake, made
David won the game. (It‘s not very important to know the specific process, cause’ it will somehow affect the
pure-heated readers’ mind) His face started to reveal a look of happiness, but this kind was hard to
describe-his face was just like a statue, he couldn’t believe it.
It was time to go home.
He headed towards the airport. On the way, he stopped by the Fisherman’s Wharf-his own birthplace.
The water of the Pearl River streamed gently into this lake. The surface was as shiny as a pearl.
He adjusted his eyesight-from low to high. Then he saw the special houses on the two sides of the
small lake. Some of them were in Portuguese style, colourful and eye-catching. And some of them were in
traditional Chinese Style. The two cultures of buildings, crushed together, made a gorgeous oil-painting.
This little city had leftover its special mood. For now and then. Look up a little further, a plane hovered
with its wings…
“Wait a second, what’s the time now?” murmured David and looked at his watch.
“…Wait for me, London!!!” shouted David.
