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It was like a white, wet, cold layer of icing on a cake. It had settled smoothly on the fresh grass but the smooth layer of white was soon ruined when we started to play. It was thrust down my back. It sent chills down my spine. It's all an enjoyable game, putting snow down each others' backs... until it ends in tears.
A bird once pecked at a seed. Sadly it found out that it was not a seed but it was a piece of dandruff in a stranger's hair. They screamed and yelled as the bird flapped its wings desperate to get away to save its life.
The needle goes up and down. It stabs me and I see a bead of blood. The sense of achievement when I finish this is wonderful and it's in a frame which makes it look perfect. My own piece of framework. :)
The rain battered on my window as if it was trying to tell me something. It poured harder and became the more urgent. The rain stopped and it was too late to make a difference.
I have a dream. A dream to become the president of the US. Ok that doesn't seem to likely. I have new dream... to become mayor of...
My rabbit chops and chomps and chomps. She doesn't stop eating! Whether it's pellets, fruit, veges or straw, she doesn't stop! Om num num.
There once was a girl. She was nice. She lived a scared life. Frightened of childish things. This is a brief story and I apologise on how boring it is to read.
The plastics group is so bitchy, I can't stand them. I avoid their group but I tend to switch between many other groups.
I swirl of air and dust goes up as I spin my racket with as much force as possible. It relaxes and calms my anger from last night. How can I ever appear at school again?
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"Mum! Can we go now?"
Mothers can talk for way too long! They can chat for ages and ages at a time. It's so exasperating when they ignore your attempts to drag them away. Then you hear your name and your ears immediately start listening to the conversation.
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