As the plane took off, I wondered who would be waiting for me when I landed.
I had arrived in Brazil a few weeks ago on a business trip. I had finished dealing with the client’s company earlier than expected and had some time left to enjoy myself. Vladimir, a representative from Brazil’s company, offered to show me around the city and I agreed. After showing me around a city, he persuaded me to take a look at the forest not too far from the city. Now I know that I shouldn’t have agreed to it. We had almost got lost in that forest and by the time we found the way out, I had acquired an awful headache. As I got home, the headache got worse and I lied down and passed out.
In the morning, the alarm went off. I felt like I had a hangover so I took the cellphone to turn it off. What surprised me was a number of missed messages from my family. I read a few of them; the contents were not good at all. I wondered what I had done to receive them. A little later I noticed the number of messages sent by me was bigger than it should have been so I quickly read what I wrote. It came as a surprise; I couldn’t believe that it was me, who wrote it, I didn’t even know I knew so many obscene words. Suddenly, I felt so ashamed of myself; I was wondering if I would ever be able to look in the eyes of my relatives again; would their even want to see me again? I didn’t know and I didn’t want to find out either.
After everything that had happened, I swore to never come closer than a kilometer to any forest. The time to return to Moscow was nearing with each passing day.
Как, ну вот как заставить себя сделать домашку на завтра?! Помогите мне пожалуйста, люди добрые и с хорошей фантазией. Нужна идея для рассказа, начинающегося со слов "Когда самолет начал взлетать, я задумался, кто будет встречать меня при приземлении" (примерно)