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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Narrative writing....

As I reached Pt England beach I sprinted to the sand it was burning my feet like I was on lava. As I went to go find a space for me to lay my stuff down for our picnic that we were going have at the beach.

SPLASH as me and Mele sprinted into the water it was warm as if i was in the shower. But the only thing that was boring was Sesalina didn’t get permission from her to swim from her mum.

BANG as Mele head hit the rock as she was diving into the beach. I jumped into see if she was ok she said she was as I got her out of the beach Sesalina was lying on the hot sand as she saw me and Mele coming out of the beach she asked Mele what happened to her head I said she went and dived into the rock.

As we were setting up our picnic I “said to Mele to “hurry up, lets go get a tan while we are eating our food. Sesalina said she wanted to swim we said come then.

As we went for our last swim Sesalina came and jumped in. As it was getting dark we got out off the beach and packed up because me and Mele’s dad came to pick us up to go home.

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