Page 27 - british year 1 book of stories
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A Bad Journey
We were ready to go to my grandparent’s house. It was around 20km away. My mother was
waiting for me and for my father at the door while I was taking my mobile phone from charging,
and my father was looking for his belt. The belt was in the wardrobe. We were already finished, so
we went out into the blue large car. It was scorching.
We were halfway, when suddenly, we saw a traffic jam. We were 11km away. Suddenly, we heard
a creak. We didn’t know what that creak was. My father said “Be careful!” We were on a large
bridge and we continued being stuck. Suddenly, we heard more creaks, and more, and more
and… the bridge broke and we fell into the large blue river. Unfortunately, dad died. Mum and I
were on a piece of wood that was floating on the river. 10 minutes had passed and we were still in
the river. We reached the rapids, and I survived, but, I saw something, in the blue water… A
SHARK! The shark jumped and gobbled me up, and at that moment, I woke up.
Alberto Bajenaru Popa 1B
