Exhausted and breathing hard she simply raised her fists, all her brother could do was run or sprint. So he sprinted down the corridor past his mother out the back door over the fence and into the neighbors treehouse. Now all he could think about was a plan a clever plan was the best type of plan. He got down from the treehouse and behind a bush in the dirt lay a plan a very clever plan. indeed he knew what it said but no-one else would. His plan was cheeky and distracting now his revenge was better than ever his plan had already begun, his intelligents. The End