“E
w not that stuff again?” Don yelled.
Don was my friend’s friend… not mine. As I grabbed a piece of bread and another cup of marmite. He watched me, and he faked a gag as he always did at lunch.
“It looks like poop.” he said. At this point I was pissed, so I grabbed my jar of marmite, stood up, and dumped it over his ugly, stuck up, and annoying face.
“Are you mad?” I asked with a grin. He rubbed his finger against his face and into his mouth.
“No,”He said, “I like marmite.”
Morning dreams:
It was scary in the deep dark woods. My hands shook as I drifted closer to a lumpy, human-shaped tree sitting in the middle of the woods. Something in my mind told me to turn back, but my heart told me to keep going. Tiny little stones POUNCED into my feet. I felt the strong winds get stronger. I started to drift towards the tree as my head started spinning uncontrollably. “GETT UPP!!” said a strong voice next to me. “TIME FOR SCHOOL!” That voice had been my sister’s, and just like that I was in another world again.
Thanks for reading my 100WC!
Naomi