A Bad Day
Flor De Beckker, Grade 4, McLaren Vale Primary School
It was night. It was cold. I felt snow running down my neck. It felt like my whole body was shaking. But it wasn’t. It didn’t feel right! When I reached my pop’s house, I knocked and waited. I opened the door and saw my pop lying on the floor bleeding with a knife in his throat. I started crying. I couldn’t sleep that night. Next morning the priest and he bishop prepared a funeral. My brother died in a car crash and my parents passed away eight years after my pop’s death. I really hope no-one is dying from my family ever again.