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The Race
The race is about to start. Penny’s breath pounds in my ear. I can feel her slim stomach rising and falling beneath my legs. 30 seconds left before the starting gun. I bend to adjust the timer that is strapped tight around my black boot. The gun sounds and I’m off.
My hand tightens on my handles, as I kick mud at a bush that is sitting close by. How could I be so stupid, to leave my bike in such obvious view of my little cousin? I should’ve known she would want to take it out. Now it’s in pieces, and I have lost because I can’t go on. I am such a sad sack. Because of my little cousin.
Stuck. Almost as sad as a solitary wolf in mud. Without its mum. My foot slips out of my boot. It hurts. I call out to my bro.
“Nothing there!” said Peter, and they all trooped out again – all except Lucy. She stayed behind because she thought it would be worth while trying the door of the wardrobe, even though she felt almost sure that it would be locked. It surprised her when it opened quite easily, and two moth-balls dropped out.
They turn right. The high hedge curves into them. the interest around the table sharpens palpably: Some stiffen, others start to fidget, all of them gaze at snape and Voldemort.
They pick up the main road a little after 10 o’clock. the sky has clouded over now and the little warmth there had been in the January sun has all gone. But inside the Volvo, it is like summer. Ben has turned down the heating when his mother isn’t looking twice, and twice Justine has cranked it right back up.
This morning I woke up, wrapped in my cosy sheets. Slowly, I untangled myself, crawling into the kitchen where my breakfast was waiting for me. My dad had prepared my favourite meal, eggs, bacon and lots of sausages were spread out over the bench. I wasn’t feeling very hungry so I only ate a few eggs and not very much meat. All I could think of was getting back to my nice warm bed.
A branch snaps beneath me, losing footing, I stumble. Pain shoots up my leg spiralling upwards. Trees cast dark shadows across the woods. I look down to see that a shoelace is stuck under the previously broken twig. Oh wait, that’s mine.
Life was tough, being the incredible Hulk. He had a tiring week (as per normal), but today was his day off. Walking the dog was increasingly becoming one of Hulks favorite things to do on a Sunday morning. On the dot of 8, Hulk’s alarm would start vibrating, and he would slowly roll over slam his clenched fist onto the off button. Unfortunately, Hulk had broken many alarms like this over the course of his life, and he had become a regular customer in the alarm clock isle at his local warehouse. For him, waking up to an alarm was like waking to the sound of Groot’s arm snapping, painful and unnecessary. Hulk had a carefully planned out morning routine. He liked to get up throw his dog Lucy a bone as fat as a tree trunk, this seemed to keep him busy until his walk. After pulling on his sports shorts, hulk poured himself a glass of milk the size of a normal persons swimming pool. At 9 o’clock, Hulk and Lucy would set off on their morning walk through the fog of New York City.
first person
third person
In the distance were towers of books stacked up like a skyline in New York. In front of this leaves cast shadows over the piles of stacked books gathering dust. Above the chaos a dull lamp glowed softly. Under the soft glow of the lamp sat a small girl studying a book.At the foot of the chair she was perched on, lay millions of scattered books, half open. Below the small girls gaze lay an open picture book. Inside this book many characters waited for her to turn the page.