28th of August 2005 Hurricane Katrina
We ran towards the basement, and began to climb down the stairs. There was supposed to be four of us, Angela, Catherine, Toby and myself. But when I looked back, Toby wasn’t following us. I began to panic; he was only four years old. I ran back up the stairs, everything was so grey and miserable.
I heard a crack beneath my feet; I looked down to see his favourite toy, a plastic hyena.
Only a week ago I was making him a sandwich but now he lost in our torn down home in New Orleans.
i love this story I want more, I was wondering if u wanted to be pen pals because it’s something my teacher would really like to do .
Hello Samantha, thank you for your lovely comment. Where do you go to school? Slán
This is a fantastic piece of writing, how can you put so much emotion and ideas into such a short piece?, well done!
Excellent work. Niamh
Thank you so much, I really appreciate your wonderful comment 😀
I like your story Ellen. I like how you used the word hyena as a toy.
Danely Link to the Blog: http://kidblog.org/MrMcGintysClass3/aeab50b5-f46c-4031-bf81-ac35ffcdc2a9/100-wc-sandwich-hyena-miserable-grey-climb/
Thank you Danely, I will make sure to check out your blog. Slán go Fóill:-)
I really loved your story and all the fine detail! keep it up!
Thank you so much for your comment Arianna, Slán:-)