Today Mrs moala read us a story, and in the black we had to write inside of it. and then inside of the red we had to rewrite the story.
Wham! the door slams behind me as I fall into the house. The whooshing of the wind can be heard through the walls. Clink! Clink! Clink! hail begins to fall against the windows making my head spin. If only I wasn't home alone. Crash! Hello? Is anyone there? I call into the darkness. When all of a sudden, Mum’s spotted cat comes tearing across the kitchen floor into my arms. Purr. Purr. I'm glad someone is home to greet me.