As we arrived at the railway station…
The huge noisy steam train pulled into the station with a sigh. Some children were very excited but others were crying their eyes out. As we were hustled onto the Mallard I started to cry bitterly as if I had a leak. I began to calm down as slowly as a snail. The wind threw a claw towards a tree and rustled the leaves. The children stepped onto the tracks that the train was lying on. Some children were broken hearted and were crying on their mothers. One child was crying loudly. He stopped. WAIL! What had happened? He’d been stung by a bee. We all stepped onto the train. Not many people had parents with them. All of them were very upset. Where were we going…?
By Jay F
cool work jay aka chicken man. I read it all you should write a chapter 2. Thumbs up!
a nice piece of writing jay,keep it up.
Good work Jay this is good you deserve the writer of the week and this WOW work on th blog.
ROCK ON FREAKY BRO!!!!
HAYDN!!!!!!
You did it on his work too!!!
You said “ROCK ON FREACKY BRO!!!!”
I feel faint!!!
(faint)