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Thursday, 19 March 2020

Don't Let Go Narrative writing

Have you ever tried to not let go of something? Well once upon a time there was a girl named Rebecca and she had two pets called Rob and betty. Rebecca's godmother was like some magical woman. She was like the tooth fairy but better, Rebecca used to be an alfone her parents died when she was young. But since then she has been looked after by her godmother Ketty. Her godmother was a billionaire; she brought anything Rebecca wanted; she even brought her some crystal high heels. For her to wear to her best friend's birthday, her best friend's birthday is on april 19, and she just realized that was today. So she got changed, till all of a sudden she heard somebody talking. She looked around. There was nobody there, only Rob and Betty, Rebecca asked. “Were you’s the ones who were talking” “Nah man it wasn’t” Replied Rob. Rebecca was in shock she never knew that her pets could talk. Rob was laughing and so was Betty, “ Who do you think ate all the food?” they both said. Rebecca didn't care, she was wasting time. She had to get to a party, so she went outside and got on her cart and the horse’s started running. The horses were running so fast they didn't see the rock on the ground the horse ran into the rock and tripped, so that sent Rebecca flying into the air. What Rebecca didn’t know was that her pets were on the cart as well. So they all went flying Rebecca said “Hold on don’t let go” Rob was holding on his tightest and Betty was flying because she was a duck. They all fell on the ground knocked out, Betty was looking for help but couldn’t find anyone. It was pitch black as the moon was shining on them, but then all of a sudden there was boy a who saw the crystal high heels shining the boy walked towards the shoe and noticed that Rebecca and Rob were knocked out cold he called the ambulance and they came right away they went to the hospital and then she finally woke up. She called her dad and her dad came and took her home. THE END

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