I
hate it when mum is ill. She thinks I'm a slave. All she ever tells me to do is
make her a coffee or tea and bring the biscuits. Today I had had enough. I was
going to prank her. I went upstairs to see if mum wanted to have a tea or
coffee. She wanted a caramel coffee. Quickly, I rushed down the stairs and made
it. I grabbed the drink and the biscuit tin and went back up. She took a sip,
it had salt in. Rapidly she opened the biscuit tin. It was empty. What a
surprise!
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