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Wednesday 31 August 2016

The Little Red Writing Book

The little red writing is hidden as a thief. And it moves as fast like a cheetah
and as dark as the night. And its corners are scissors And its lines for cuts 

And no one writes with it anymore its just stuck in a tow tray.


Friday 19 August 2016

                        The Olympics
I was waiting for it to start BANG and off we went and started swimming it was a freestyle i zoomed past every one
But they had been gaining on me trying to catch up
They all went past.Until i swam faster than i could and flip off the first corner.

So we all went fast down our lanes it was one hundred metres then we had to do backstroke it was pretty hard.
But we were almost half way we all had saw it someone catched up to me but i boosted him off.

We were going off the rail and we saw the finish line and i won a gold i was feeling proud the final match and i won The end.