I’ve always been really fond
of Football and I was actually going to play in a real football match!
It was Thursday and it was
time to go to my match.
I could feel the adrenaline
pumping the blood through my body thoroughly.
As we arrived at the playing
grounds, my Dad was rambling about how sports is good for co-ordination, so I
got out as quick as I could ran to the coach.
We won! The score was 3-1! My
Dad was so proud of me that he took me to a restaurant called Zak’s.
When we left the restaurant,
which name was Zak’s, my Dad was so
proud of me and I felt very ambitious to push myself to the limits but the car
stopped suddenly , I felt myself lift off the front car seat. My Dad drove us
off a cliff…
well that's a bit grim, I like happy endings you see. Equally after driving off a cliff the whole retelling bit gets a bit awkward....
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