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