Thursday, 14 April 2016
Monday, 4 April 2016
Sunday, 3 April 2016
Hide and seek
I was banging my head and prickles were stabbing me. The wind was blowing in my face. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I could smell the musty tree that were surrounding me. I was trying not to be loud. My heart was pounding very fast. All I could see was wood. I could hear the kids run to find a hiding spot. At the end I got found.
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