On my way home I met a girl called Cactus. She was really spikey and prickly.

I met a boy called Rain and he was really wet and he felt like a rainy cloud.

I met a girl called Cloud. She felt like cotton candy and her hair was like a waterfall.

On my way to school I met a girl named Snow. She felt like ice and she loved winter.

By Yvaine – Lancaster Road