I was leaving the city where I had grown up - a place of order and beauty. My feelings plummeted at that thought. A multitude of sapphire spires pierced the sky as if the tallest could win. Walkways stretched in complex paths, all of which I knew. Precious patches of grass shimmered like jewels. Room was getting scarce.
Four-fingered fists clenched, breath held, I prepared to engage with this primitive land. Depressingly, they were still using cars and had not yet moved beyond war and money. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.
'Welcome to Earth', spoke the creature.
by Tess Hardy (11)
Sutton Coldfield Grammar School For Girls - West Midlands
Competition - Welcome to Wonderland
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