Thursday, 11 April 2013

BUBBLES

Bam the door went flying open as I ran out blowing bubbles.  In one big blow I made the biggest bubble that I could.  I wanted to pop it so I tried to pop it but instead I went flying up far away to a little  place call Don Hill.  Then it pop.  My family was worried, they heard the news.
A lady asked me "are you lost?" and I said yes I need to get back home please.  Ok the lady said so the lady and I walked through the forest.  I  made it home.  I knocked on the door, my mum was surprised I came safely home.

The End

1 comment:

  1. Great work using an onomatopoeia to begin your story. I'm looking forward to reading your next piece of writing where you use great hooks like that!
    Miss Signal

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