This time of year again
I hate this time of year. I am all blue that day. The disappointment I feel when we go to the A&P show. I dread having to walk past every place that my Mum, Dad and all the other people in my family want to go to. At last I go for food but I am always last in line of my family. I feel my tummy wasting away to get the food. I try to get to first but it never works one bit. “Mum! Izzie is trying to get there first.” Ameila groans.
“She should not be.’’ Mum replied like she was not happy. At last I get food and feel annoyed all the way home.
‘‘At last the day is over,”’ I say in relief. So that is why I am always last.
By Izzie.
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