January 15, 2017

It was the dead of night. My eyes were in my hands. I looked in front and behind. Which way? Silhouettes were chasing me. What did they want from me? As I ran, the icy wind slapped me. “Which way.” I thought . My feet were freezing and bruised. “What will my mum say.” I also thought. Bat’s fluttered around my head as if I had a halo. Wolves bared their teeth as if they were saying my path. I knew I had to leave but I  had no chance to go. Finally, they got me ……
I knew that I was doomed ……..

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