A Balloon’s Day At The Fair
Sydney Lay, Grade 7
It is a bright and sunny day at Melbourne Central fair. I can feel my elastic skin expand. Someone is inflating me. Suddenly I can see the tops of people all sizes ranging from small to large. I close my eyes as I am tired from the trip which took me to where I am now. I feel elated that I am swaying in the sun instead of being lifeless in the back of a cold, dark van.
I hear footsteps that are light and dainty. One moment I was revisiting my uneventful past. The next moment I am being traded for a stack of silver coins. I peer down at my owner who has short black hair and a meanacing face. All of a sudden, I feel a breeze of cold air rush through me. I hear a pin drop. This is the end.