As we silently tiptoed to the class like a mouse I was excited because we were going to a exciting trip. But where? Soon we got our coats and hywiz jackets on as well as our coats. With excitment we shouted, even though our teacher shout five times neary. Few minutes later I saw where we was going. It was Tottenham cemmetry. Later on the day we walked and walked we went through the grave yard, it looked spooky. I was worried that if a skeloton was going to boost out like bullet. Finally we stopped walking and saw a huge, hard cross.

''Now we are going to remember the people that died for us.'' Explained happily the teacher.

Who Was The People That Died For Us