Monday, 9 May 2016

t2w2 Leatham Dictogloss

Wham! The door slams behind me as I fall into the house.The whooshing of the wind can be heard through the walls.Clink! Clink! Clink! Hail begins to fall against the windows making my head snip. If only I wasn't home  alone.Crash! ‘’Hello? Is anyone there? I call into The darkness.When all of a sudden, Mum’s spotted cat comes tearing across the kitchen floor into my arms.Purr.Purr. I'm glad someone is home to great me.

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