Belle
Although it was Sunday, nothing was open. I stumble slowly down the slim aly-way, my footsteps echoing through the streets. I reached the main road and was met by the sound of cars rushing past. My feet drag against the uneven pavement as I turn right into a dim driveway. I jump as I hear, “Belle!” and see a short girl run up and hug my neck, sobbing. Another figure follows and clips on my halter. I sigh and follow them into the stable, down the aisle and into my stall. It smelt safe. It was good to be home.
I have now know that I need to work more on spelling and keeping the tense the same throughout the story.
I have now know that I need to work more on spelling and keeping the tense the same throughout the story.
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