It all happened so quickly! One minute he was standing on the platform, the next he was hurtling through the air, hanging on for dear life.Then i look down there are ‘MY FURRY OLD SOCKS ‘ . My new squeaky clean shoes were hand made and now they are glued to the greasy floor . ‘NOOOOOOO’ . my voice is gone, my throat is dry,my tang feels like sand . The misty wind pools my hair back . ‘wow this is not that bad .
thank you for reading
I have been enjoying reading all of the different stories about the boy holding on to the train. You have used some fantastic vocabulary Aundreah like 'hurtling' and 'misty'.
ReplyDeletethank you Mrs Haines
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