Free writing

It was a nis summers morning and a little boy called Jack was walking down a beach. He did not no why he was on the beach and he did not no how he got there. The boy called Jack was pazild and cofuosd so he sat down on a big rock but as he sat down he relized that in facked it was not a rock it was a big gray sill and it did not look happy

athletics

I felt nevus and hot in the boiling hot sun I was going to run as fast as I can to jump over the sand. I had to get a three that was my goal.

I was running as fast as a tiger I was going to lip and as I lipped I could fill the air flowing throe my hear.

Thomp I land some one said to me I had got a three I was so proud of my self I had made my goal I passed my challenge.