Wednesday 2 May 2018

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Lexi


“No! Please!” I shouted.
“I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do.” whispered Mum, a tear rolling down her cheek. Not believing her, I frantically ran towards my bedroom but suddenly tripped and ended up skidding across the crimson carpet into Grandpa’s room. I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. “Mum, can we visit his grave?” I asked quietly.
“Of course we  can,” she said whilst reaching out her arms to give me a big hug. Just before I went to bed that night I looked out of the misty window and there was Grandpa’s star, shining down on me.

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