I’m sitting on the floor, looking up at a woman. She’s walking round the house picking things up then putting them back down somewhere else. She looks at me with a huge smile then goes all squeaky and high-pitched, starts telling me how cute I am.
This happens every day.
Zoe, age 16, wrote this story.
A very clever piece. And so young. Stick to this view of writing and avoid such sugar-overload as Butterfly Dreams. Best of luck, Zoe.
I like your perspective,Zoe.An interesting piece.