The Bridge Of Death
As I walked slowy towards the bridge, I knew I was in danger. I had already
seen someone cross it, so I thought it would be safe. As I stepped onto the
bridge, I knew there was no turning back. After all, they were following me.
As slowly as a snail, I crept across the bridge . "Crack!" One of the wooden
panels had broke! I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would
hear me. As I fell a hand grabbed mine tight.
It was my dad! He picked me up gently and we tiptoed across the bridge
carefully.
by sofia