WINTER HOLIDAYS

I break up from school,

My face filled with beams

But then I’ll miss my friends,

And be lonely at my house

And I will be left

With my brothers!

Driving down my Grans,

Not looking forward to the smell, of a smokey house.

Two hours later we arrive,

Out walks my old Gran.

She seems glad to see me.

This is my worst dream!

J By Kirin J