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