I am so devastated. They never should have said yes to putting the surf comp on in 35 knot conditions. Just no. Brett was going out to surf in the comp, even when we had begged him not to. He took a barrel and fell off. Myself and my other best friend Jack thought he was knocked out, and drowned. But Brett is a very strong swimmer and could have got up to air. Call it suicide. After 30 seconds of Brett being under, Jack and I dived in, but the officials held us back. Brett never came up. Again, They never should have said yes.
Ooof! My head, my arm, my, my, EVERYTHING! My name is Rose, and what have you been doing this afternoon? Well I’ve got my head stuck in a haystack. Let’s see how I got here. I was riding my bike back from my friend Fred’s house, running late for tea. Mum would kill me if I was late. So I come zooming down the driveway, (which is very long) and I wave to my neighbour who is a lovely old lady. As I wave, I lose my balance and flip over the handle bars, head first into the haystack. Ouch.
To be sung with school hymn tune.
Skatepark I lo-ove you.
All your ramps and ra-ails,
All your Smooth concrete,
Even though I broke my wrist.
Riding my skateboard,
Especially on yo-ou,
Gives me a freedom.
There once was a prince named Double,
who was some tremendous trouble,
he jumped on the walls,
but oh no! He falls,
he fell right into a puddle.