Lucy Jameson aged 6
I stepped out of my window my babytoe they were clenching the sill. I could see the sky it was beautiful dark navy, and the stars were very twinkerly.
I took a bolde and DARING STEPE!!! and i leapte onto the tree "Wow" I muttired to myself as and owl cawed and flew off the branch i just stoppe myself from screaming i was well scard
The tree was pristine and not even scratched i remembered the time when I carved the loveheart on the base of the tree below me i look down to see no one not my crush waiting for me he did not hold his arms out when I fell from that tree and.....
I hear a patter beneath me and hold out my palm it is rain.
Puddles glisten and gather around me, as if my secret spy willing to drag me out of my runaway but I would not no no not ever not ever not affirmitevly ever.
I look down ito the puddles and I saw my reflesion I saw scars down the left side of my neck beecaurse that boy did not catc h me no he did not not affirmtevly he did not.
I lifted my head up to the sky to see the daewn it was rising i jumped as a cuckoo clocked loudly around me and I jumped to the next branch in panicking affirmetvly i wos panicking.
I grasp the branch wrapping my arm around it. It was a dark rich brown.
Now for the daring leap
"WOW" I yell as I hurtel through the air, not even looking down. My arms latch onto the new branch as i sail and I let go of it like I am monkeybarrin at the playgrounde with my best frineds.
NOW I MUST GO YES I MUST GO
So i run into the distance
Cora Harrison says
I keep wondering if you are really only six.
But even if you are older you do have a lovely way with words. Very well done, indeed.