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The Nightmare That Never Happened

It was a normal day, until night fell. Everything was good. I was minding my own business, playing in the garden,
but then IT HAPPENED. My life flashed before my eyes and then I knew I wasn’t at my home. After a while, I’d
discovered where I was. It was possible that I had gone back in time to 156BC. It seemed impossible. The wind was
like a tornado, the sky as dark as ash, the grass as thin as paper. Was this my own personal nightmare?

If I wanted to go back, I knew it would be hard to get through. The journey had begun.

As it had got darker, it felt like the world had stopped, like time didn’t exist. My life was a mess; I wasn’t sure if I
wanted to go back or not. As I started to lose hope, a light peeked through the rough, twisted mountains. I ran as
fast as lightning, because I thought maybe there was a bit of hope after all. I came face to face with the door of
light. Every step brought me closer. I leaped in.

That’s it. I was awake. It was a dream, a terrible nightmare of a dream. At least I was home from the nightmare that
never happened. The world is no longer stopped.

Ella Mae, Y5
Abbey Lane

And people wore masks,
And hand sanitized and washed hands
And we met on Zoom and did work on Google,
And we did Joe Wicks and exercised,
And we ran out of yeast and baked,
And paused
And sang deeper,
Someone cried,
Someone laughed,
Someone left,
Someone met their end
And people began to think risky
And people helped
And in the non-attendance of people who lived in ignorant ways
Dangerous, risky and obnoxious
But we made it work
And we survived.

Isabel Rhodes
Greenhill

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