Sarah By Cameron SWW

Sarah whelped, the rain was getting worse. The night was getting darker. Lightning vibrated through trees as fire perished into ash. Thunder echoed through the air as wind targeted Sarah. Pulling up her hood, rocks crawled across the ground causing her to stumble into a wall.

She sprinted up the road at incredible paste swapping her heads angles to search for her house. A smile dragged her cheeks up as she located her address 76 Oak Street. Collapsing through the door, Dad peered his hand around the wall corner shuffling it trying to grab the newspaper, Sarah grabbed, slapped his hand and pronounced

“Not even a hello?” before frisbeeing it into the dog’s mouth.

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