Waiting, waiting and
waiting. Ready to be picked, but
everyone keeps walking past me not even noticing me, looking at the other
toys. Have you guessed what I am? I’m the red push car in the far left
corner. I’m the oldest toy. Sometimes at night when everyone is asleep I
drive in the middle of the shop in the pitch black crying and crashing into
everything. When I wake everyone up I
quickly go back in my place and act like I’m sleeping. Next morning I sat in my place waiting to be
picked and I finally was.
By Blake
Hi Blake
ReplyDeleteI think you have a great story I liked how you put pitch black, next maybe some more good words in your story.
from Blake (Valley School)