I heard terrifying barks slice through the air, like deathly shruikan as I ran down the worn track outside my uncles house. 3 horrible, mean looking dogs chased me down. I turned into a Jamaican olympic sprinter and setting new world records, I held a yellow dora torch in my left hand like a baton. Arms and legs pumping, heart beating I continued to race down the hill. I flew down the steep side lightning fast, my legs quivered and shook. I stumbled and fell.. I went rolling down the hill, my body badly bruised :( :( :( Oh well! Life goes on.
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AuthorHiya! I'm Xanthe and I'm in room25 this year! ;) Hobbies...
- Rugby - Netball - Cooking -Hanging out with friends |