By Alexandra Schaeffer
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It was rainy. I was with my parents
and my big sister. But then, one day there was a war. Killed our
parents and then, before the war was over, a witch tickled my back.
It felt like slimy worms but it was a naughty witch. She took me and
put me on the broom and zoomed to where she lived.
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When I went in the house, it was
smelly. It was exactly where witches should live. But I remembered
when I was three years old that witches get used to stink smells,
they smell their hands more often. Then she cackled and then she
said, “I will let you try and run to the house you used to live and
if it is sunset and you are not there then I will get you. And
everyday you can try and keep trying.”
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I felt like
saying, “Why can’t I just do it for a day or night?” But I did
not say anything. Not a word crept into my mouth.
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That day, when I was trying to get to
my house, I did not make it. I was very close, I was ten inches away
from my house, but unfortunately that doesn’t count.
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The next night I tried and tried and
tried and tried. I was really close. This time I was nine inches
away from the house. But it just didn’t count. Why didn’t it
count? I felt like blaming the witch but I was afraid that she
wouldn’t give me any chances. Perhaps she would shorten my time.
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The next night, I crossed my fingers
and then I kept running and running and running and this time when I
was only eight inches away from the house, I failed.
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The next night, I said to myself, “It
is my fourth chance. I need to make it. I need to! This time I
will not cross my fingers, I will just run faster and faster! Who
cares about my sweat?”
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So, as I ran, I kept running. Sweat
dropped out of me, and each one dropped out of me so fast. It was
like puddles of sweat. It was quite gross to me. I didn’t have
time to buy lettuce. Instead I took money from my pocket and I
through it to the grocery stand and I got some lettuce.
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It was sunset, but I was very far away.
There was no way that the witch could get me. I was in the house
after three seconds. I saw my sister. She was crying. I saw
puddles and I tried tasting the puddles, they were all salty!
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I took a step, I tapped her shoulder
and she turned around thinking it was one of her robots that she
invented to keep her company. Instead it was me. She cried and
cried. She hugged me and kissed me and she always took care of me.
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Even if there were any other wars, none
of us got stolen.
The end.
