That Girl

• Alexandra Brewster, Grade 5J
• Short Story
• 2009

The wind monovering throw the bushy trees as a sanden noke hites the Dliks front door hello haw may I help you sies the youngest son of the famliy Im her to pick up your sister Ally sorry Willom but we have to go now move out of my way will you but shhe grawned what dont use the G word it is aganist the Cheel club rulse wesh Im a meber of and so is your sister whell it 7.00 and its time for tea good bye as I slamed the door in her face then I just relised what was going to happen I was going to be in big trable and have a big brose on my head like what happen last time where I tride to run and folow her and fawned my head in her fest which was not a pretty picer with a tooth on the floor.