This Christmas was definitely excellent! We did lots of amazing things! We had a great opportunity to visit Disneyland Paris. Arriving at France, we expected lots of French, but all most every French person knew our language. The environment of this seemed very friendly!
We travelled on different vehicles, a car and a ferry!
After we got home, we immediately went straight to bed ( it was 11:00pm) thinking tomorrow was Christmas! On Christmas, we went to Newcastle for 2 nights; there we went to see the community choir sing! By the twelfth song, something unfortunate occurred… It started raining heavily, we were outside, one of the members slipped and hit there head. There was most likely a bruise!
We did spend Christmas at home but these were some of the other things we did!
I took one slow step… The door flung open a voice spoke it said
” put your signature here for money,”. Confuzed, I signed it . When I was parting on my yacht, I felt I had a profession of dacing. But in the corner of my eye I saw it. The water swirled into a black hole evryone parting into a grave. It was a like a cemetery. A mans head coverd in a hood appared infront of me. I screamed for help. But everyone on the living eath was dead but me. It was a privilage to kill you said a vocie the sameone. Then I woke.
Dear Father Christmas,
HELLO! It’s me again! By the way, I achieved my thing I asked for last year, a trophy. Not to cause a hindrance, I would like to ask you a few questions…
I know your ancient, and your identity is secret, do you have a secret symbol, I’ve wanted to know?
Also, is it possible for you to lend me a yacht and let me have a profession so I can be an individual? You must guarantee me or I’ll have to interfere, not to harass, sorry If I’m taking this to privilege. By the way, I am writing this in a cemetery, that’s not really necessary; please leave a signature for me! I left a reindeer a vegetable, and I hope you don’t get stuck because of your stomach; I’d have to call a soldier.
Dear diary, today (on an artic mountain), I had the privilege to go sledging. Up and down, I went so fast but one time, I crashed into an abandoned cemetery. I saw loads of signatures on an ancient paper. I found this really strange and went to tell my parents. They had a cheesy grin on their face and pushed me down the mountain (on my sledge of course). On the way home, we took a yacht. I heard people talk about the mysterious place I found. They snarled at how unprofessional. I will report back soon.
I have a profession as a ghost hunter and I was submitted a mission! I had to visit a cemetery that was on a hidden island called ‘The Island of the Dead!’ It was across a large lake! I seek to know more! I travelled on my yacht; it was yellow and green! Finally, I reached my destination! I walked carefully through the large entrance gates! Beneath my feet lay a letter! It had a signature on it “Marcus Tufrad”! I heard a whisper “I will haunt you Elizabeth!” I’m Elizabeth! OH NO! At least I had ghost fighting tools at my privilege…