I hear a screeching noise as I start. A clear liquid pushes against my face. The liquid is as cold as breathtaking ice. I see some of my friends overtake me but most discontinuing. I take short snappy breaths. I think about nothing but hunger. My lips clasping together loosely and a bubble floating upwards every now and again. I can do it! I think to myself. I start to weaken but I don't care. I have a vision of it. It is in my reach. I take my last deep breath and eat my share.
by Olivia Heathcote (10)
Woodcote Primary School, Ashby-De-La-Zouch
Competition - Once Upon a Time
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