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By George Fullman, year 5, Elizabeth College

TIRES WHERE DRIPPING DOWN MY FACE AS THE BOAT PULLED AWAY FROM THE HARBOUR I HEARD MY MOTHER SHOUT GOOD BYE JAMES. I WAVED GOOD BYE. THEN I HEARD THE LOUD FOGHORN’S BLAST AND I KNEW THERE WAS NO TURNING BACK.

It was a long time till we reached England but when we did we were tired and hungry. All of us got out of the boat and lined up. I was towards the middle of the line. It was about half an hour by the time my name was called. I was told I was staying with Mrs More. She was a kind looking old woman. I went to go greet her and she told me to get in the car without saying hello.
In the car I tried to ask her questions about things in England but every time I tried she would ignore me! When we got to the top of the drive I could see a massive house in the distance it looked massive and that wasn’t all: there was a fountain and three fields and a pond!
When we got out of the car I asked where my room was and Mrs More told me I was sleeping in the basement! It wasn’t fair and she also told me that I had to do lots of jobs because she was too old to do it. She handed me a long list of jobs. The first thing on the list was do the washing, then it was make dinner. I didn’t know how to make toast, let alone dinner. And I had to go to bed at 7 PM. At home I went to bed at 9:30. By bed time I was so tired but then I realized it was still day one. Years past. One day I was told to go to the boat. I was going home. On the boat I was so excited. When I got of I ran to my mum and hugged her.

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