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Thursday, 12 February 2015

Trouble at the beach

The helicopter wings twirl around, faster and faster, some times slowing down. I stare out the window, the sea is loud it sounds like a one direction concert. I see the black sand it’s trying to stain togs. The wind whistles in my ear. I should probably tell you why I’m up here.

I had just started my new school. “Mum ill be fine, stop It ‘’ ‘’if I don’t get bulled I murmured to myself.’’ I get on the school bus to drive to school. I get of the bus and bring!!! The bell rings. I run like a cheetah to room 493.

As I get home with all the spitballs pulled of and hear a distant voice how was school I say pack great but in a sarcastic voice I go to bed early so I don’t miss the school bus. Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzz Agh my nose is 5 inches long.

So this Is why I’m in the helicopter to cut my nose off. The sticky slime on the top of the helicopter is making me more cautious than ever. And then I did the worst thing possible I fell

Turns out that I actually glued my nose on, in the night ha-ha. Next time I’ll pull it off.


If there is a next time!

1 comment:

  1. Dear Charlie, What a fascinating story...I do hope I see you with your nose when we skype! I do like the way you have described the beach - I can just see the black sand in the swimsuits. Well done. I look forward to reading more of your stories. Grandma

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