Friday 31 March 2017

The crystal rock

I was in the darkest room in my house.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise coming from the brown room next door.
I entered the room with my beautiful camera and my worried face. While I entered the room my hands were shacking furiously. I caught a thief climbing out the window in shock. The thief was holding my hard crystal rock my grandma had given me. It was the only thing I had left of her.

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