It all started when I woke up on a wet and gloomy morning. The wind whistled outside my window. The rain glistened and the trees seemed to hover low over the house. The phone rang in my room. Startled, I picked it up. It was my friend Sara. She wanted to know if I could go around and play. I said, yeah. I got ready and off I went. The rain shower turned into a thunderstorm and fog just started to gather. I went past several houses I didn't recognise and realised I was LOST. I burst into panic. The gloomy sky seemed to cave in on me, then it picked me up and took off with me. I seemed to bounce off the ground and fly with the heavy grey clouds. I was flying through time.Till I stopped, time stood still. I was in a different dimension, lost. I knew this street well, but somehow it all seemed different. I walked into something like my house. Everything had changed. There was a baby boy there. I felt scared. People stopped and glared. The gloomy sky was now a hot summer's day. I was at home in a different world. How on earth was I going to get home? I slept with what seemed to be my brother. It was raining again. I stepped out of the door. The sky suddenly picked me up, threw me up, and I was back home in my bed. The phone rang ...
Adele Geddes, 8, Mount Pleasant Primary School, Quarry Bank, West Midlands.
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