brookes swimming popplet

brooke early morning story

My bedroom was dark and dim as it wakes me up slowly. Dark and dim dark and wet.  My curtain stares at me like a man in the darkness.lots of clothes on the floor. The misty windows cry with coldness. There was no bright colored surf duvet on my bed the dogs kennel was hidden under a white cold mist the bight colored car was not shining in the sun.Walking through the creepy house I hope nobody heard me.  silent  I was walking through the house my feet were cold i could hear my mum snoring and my sister talking in her sleep i was thinking that my mum would catch out of bed when i,m not meant to. in the lounge the fire is almost out. how did that get lit? maybe a fairy came and put magic dust  on it

jumping off the rock at camp

brookes wind facts

Group One's Origami Yacht Making