I sat there letting the cold take over, letting the breeze run through my fingertips. I was thinking...thinking of a way to get out of this cold dark place. I found a pin on the ground. It had a red handle with a silver shiney point to it. I was pacing back and forth staring wondering what to do with it. Suddenly it came to me I could pick the lock to let myself out. So I tried and tried but it was no use the bar was to rusty and old and could only be unlocked with a key or a larger object. I am stuck in here for another 4 years.
By Scarlett
Nice story. Remember to tell explain a little bit more about where you are. I like how u used your punctuation correctly
ReplyDeleteBy Luke