I am sprinting as fast as I can. Will I get away? I glance back, are they still on my tail? I dodge and weave through the maze of streets. I must find a safe place where they cannot find me. There! I tug at the door and creep in. The ancient musty church seems damp and very dark. I find a rotten chest to hide in and crouch in it.
The door creaks open. They’re here. I decide I could not stay in hiding. I shove open the lid and run. I was safe for now. But later that day …
Thea 5T
What a great imagination you have Thea, a lovely story. Well done.
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