Wednesday, April 3, 2019

It was the Wrong Colour by Malika

As i waited, all the different colours and flavours filled my eyes. (i’ve
been looking forward to this the whole day)


All i hear is everyone slurping their half melted ice-creams and
crunching down on the last crispy chips left at the bottom of the
punnet it makes me hungry…


Looking forward to eating my own blue, blueberry. I see her scoop
up the orange one, since its orange i imagine it’s not mine ? But…


She reaches over and hands me the orange ice-cream ? ‘’But it was
the wrong colour’’...

By Milly

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