In my back garden
you will find my garage. It is ancient with a big white door with the paint
decaying. I wondered what was behind the door - I haven't been in there for
what feels like a decade. It is hard to turn the key because the lock is so
rusty. I'm feeling apprehensive about
going in this place filled with treasure and trash - my mum thinks there are
rats in there.
As I open the
creaky door, my stomach tightens and my hands are shaking, I hear a noise and
drop the keys. It all gets too much for me and I turn and run as fast as I can
back home.
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