Youngsters’ Forum

Getting My Own Way Back

December 11th, 2007

I had just walked out of school.  School was over.  On my way home, I saw a smelly caravan beside the Junk Yard. The caravan was black and brown and the door was pink. The door was open wide. I went inside and a rope fell down. I continued and I saw blood on the windows and on the smelly socks. There was a calender on the wall. I saw Chuckie curtains. I saw two daggers on the windowsill and a machine gun and a sliced up finger with a key in it.  So I opened the closet door and a dead body fell out. The man came back. His name was Freddie. I picked up the machine gun and shot him…

Michael     

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