Mum said I can’t get a pig, is that ok? I don’t want a pig I want a goat. My mum took me to two psychologists to talk about my pet issue, they always said, “why do you want it?” It didn’t do much. Everyone said I had problems. People think I banged my head when I was 2. Every day I put seed on the ground and walked around doing nothing. Mum got mad at me because I brought in rats. She made me stand at the door, she made me say this sentence, “why would I do that?”.
I am regularly in bed early, feeling contented. But tonight something made my head spin. My clock was ticking and turning on the wall. I jumped up, alarmed. A flame had appeared out of nowhere. I turned around to see the clock but it stopped. I turned around again and the flame was gone. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, my head was turning so fast that I heard something that was not right. “An ice cream truck at night,” I exclaimed aloud! I ran down the stairs and out the door. On the porch was a lime flavored ice cream with a note… ....
If I had to use one word to describe my holiday, it would be…. ‘7th heaven’. Why did I use that word to describe my holiday? The first reason was that I wanted to get out of the cold. The other one was that I got to surf every day and stay there for 3 hours. Every day, I could wake up, not to the sound of cars or trains, but to the joyful sound of the birds tweeting and the waves crashing. There was no need to put on a jumper. Everything about my holiday was ‘7th heaven’.