Bottles by Darragh

James sat in a cold arm chair. He got up. His legs were stiff. He went to the fridge. He looked for food but all he saw was vinegar. He looked at the vinegar it was a vivid colour. He tasted it the vinegar was too sharp. He put it back and went outside. When he was walking he saw vinegar bottles everywhere. He went to his friends house. He knocked on the door. Nobody answered he knocked again. Then the door opened he stepped in bottles were everywhere. He looked around nobody was there. He went outside he ran as fast as he could. Then he tripped the bottles were going around him pulling him down…