Page 34 - british year 1 book of stories

William

Sally was beautiful. She had curly and red hair. Her face was plenty of freckles and she was pale.
Her hair was very long, until her shoulder. Sally wasn´t like all red haired girls: naugthy, optimistic,
sociable... She was very sympathetic and shy, and she was sweet. I met her when I was 9 years
old.

One day, we were together walking around the lake dawn the adventure camp where we were
staying. The monitors didn´t know that, but I had to say a very important thing to her: that I was
going to move house to Cuenca. We sat dawn on two rocks in a way that our feet were under the
water.

Sally asked me,

``Well, Willy, what do you have to say to me?´´

``Eeeh... Sally...´´ I sighed.´´

``Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!´´ Sally shouted.

``Sally´´ I cried.

Something was pulling her into the water. I tried to pull her outside, but that thing was stronger
than me.

``No!´´ I cried. Then Sally disappeared.

Sally

When I woke up, I yelled:

``Willy´´

But, instead of Willy, a type mermaid appeared.

``Dear Sally, you are not going to see William again.´´ She said.

``Why?´´ I enquired.

Because I´m going to kill you! Ha, ha, ha! She laughed hysterically.

``Noooooooooooooo!´´

``Sally? Sally?Are you ok?´´ asked a familiar voice.

I opened my eyes.

``Willy? Willy!!!´´

I hugged him. I was happy to see him again.