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Hi! I wrote this story for my NAPLAN test. It's all pretty much how i wrote it for the test, I just edited a few mistakes. I also planned a different ending but ran out of time so I did this instead. It's pretty short but I hope you enjoy it. Please comment and give me feedback/tell me what you think. Thanks! :)
When Daise Flarewell gets kidnapped by her dad, she begins to build up hatred for him. Her hatred builds even more when she finds out her father also took her friends and is trying to get her to hurt them. The only thing left to do is to escape. But, as you probably have guessed, that's not going to be so easy.
" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got
Hi! I wrote this story for my NAPLAN test. It's all pretty much how i wrote it for the test, I just edited a few mistakes. I also planned a different ending but ran out of time so I did this instead. It's pretty short but I hope you enjoy it. Please comment and give me feedback/tell me what you think. Thanks! :)
When Daise Flarewell gets kidnapped by her dad, she begins to build up hatred for him. Her hatred builds even more when she finds out her father also took her friends and is trying to get her to hurt them. The only thing left to do is to escape. But, as you probably have guessed, that's not going to be so easy.
" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got