On the way home, I met a girl called Fire. She burned things when she was mad and upset she didn’t ever mean to.

I met a girl called Joy. She was always happy. There was never anything wrong; she would cheer them up with laughter.

There was a girl on my street called Snowy. She loved playing in the snow and she was always cold.

I met a colourful bear called Moonshine. He loved looking at the stars at night; he always looked up above them. 

By Hallie – Lancaster Road 5M