My Writing term 3
If you don't know I'm About to do the worst thing in the history of worst things.
It all starts when I here the clock. Dong, dong, dong, the big hand strikes 4am. I'm hungry really hungry. I'm not that tired any more. how about I just grab something small to eat.
I creep across the carpet and open a draw. I pull out my secret weapon. My socks. If you haven't realised my socks are stealth. I think they were made by the people the make the stealth war planes. Or at lest something like that. They are so silent you could hear a pin drop. So back to the story I snatch them out and yank them on. I scarry past the washing machine to get to the starting point for my ginormous journey across the hallway.
I take a step. So far so good. 1 down 19 more Floor boards to go. I carry on doing this for it seemed like hours. If I kept writing down every time I do this it would take up all the story so I'm cutting out that part. I finally get to my destination. the kichine door. I reach out to clasp the cold smooth handle. I slowly and corshisly open it. Creeeeeek! It wines as I pull it agar. My buddy starts to shake. This is when the fun starts.
I pulled open the pantry door. This is food Heaven. I start frantically stuffing food in my gaping mouth. Finally I'm not hungry any more. Right now to get back to my room. OH NO. my little sister start to cry. I've got to hurry I sprint back to my room. Every time my feet tuck the ground it sounds like I'm smashing simbles to gether. Oh my socks seem to be not working. I skid round the sharp coner my feet fell like there on a tread mill. I calaps in my bed. Arrrrrrrrr relieve I got away with it well just one thing don't tell any one.
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