WRIting

**writing**

= moring story =

It was 8.20 and I couldn't believe how tired I was .I could here MuM walking down the stairs to wake me up. she started to rush me like a giraffe runing away from lions. I really wanted to stay snuggled up in my cosy warm bed. Insted I grumply walked down the media type="custom" key="17230896"