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Over And Out

Laughter. Music. Dancing. My mind was finally carefree. Until I read 12.00. I
remembered, 'I'm late!' I cried, whilst running away from my charming date. The
diamond on my necklace began to flash. I flung my dress up from my stumbling glass
heels trying to keep my pace. Unwillingly, I fled away from my prince and his
unanswered questions began to fade away in the distance. Minutes later, I reached my
destination gasping for air. There stood Agent Snow, Agent Rora and Agent Punzal
giggling at me on my late arrival, awaiting for the order for our new mission.

by Aishah Bibi Shokat (16)
Al Huda Girls' School, Birmingham

Competition - Grim Tales

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