When I was taking a stroll through the beautiful streets of Skegness, I spotted a massive sheet of ghost-white paper. The paper was covered in Chinese writing (I didn’t understand all of it). Luckily, at the wonderful school that I go to, they teach me how to read Chinese words. The writing seemed to be familiar, it was like the letter I had been sent be my friend, Chow. All of a sudden, the powerful wind swept the sheet out of my ice-cold hands. I was so cross that I chucked my majestic glasses with such force they snapped in half.