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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

refugees

  Refugeees 

Boom! Crashed! Blood splatters over my window. My mum rushed to the door. It was on Saturday night. I was so scared and frightened,like a tornado blowing up right next to us!

My name is Roszy. I have blazing,glooming blue eyes. I am the oldest child of four sisters. Zoe,Bella,Lotty and saskia. Zoe is 10,Bella is 12,Lotty is 13,Saskia is 8 and I am 14. When the bomb hit my sisters and I with my mum were not refugees. My mums name was Elizabeth.

We walked to a bunch of tents. We had no water or food. When the tornado arubted saskia was bursting in tears.             The End