Page 6 - Harry The Hero

Harry’s red cheeks were
burning like fire, his

heart was beating so
hard from running up
the stairs, he thought it

would jump right out of
his chest.

As Harry slumped on

the toilet stool, small,
warm tears slowly rolled

down his face.

I’m sick of it, Harry

thought to himself. I’ve
done all of my school

work, eaten all of my
dinner and I still can’t

go to see my friends.

It’s sooo boring! It’s
sooo unfair! Harry
hadn’t seen his friends

or grandparents for two
whole years now (Okay,

it was 2 weeks, but it
felt like years).