I was once a little girl in a small village. My mum had more time at work than with me. I was sad. One night I was at home with my bodyguard and my grandma. My grandma and I were having tea. It was 7.00. My mum was still at work… I was attacked. The monster was my dad. My mum always says he is dead. I only know he is my dad because he looks like me, he has the same last name as me. At 8.00 my mum turned up. I was frightened she yelled loud.
WOW Yazmin-what an in depth story.I wasn't sure where your story was heading and it had me in suspense.Well done on making that happen.That what writers can do.They can make the reader feel things and drag them into the there work.
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