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Nightmares...?

By Minnie Swaisland, year 6, The Ladies’ College

The piercing ring of the bell signalled the end of the day. I rushed out gathering my school bags, as I caught up with my group of friends. My thick blazer and uncomfortable tights clung onto me like clingfilm, as it was an unusually hot spring day.

We were jabbering about playground gossip, I left my friends as we passed the sweet shop. As I wondered down Canal Street, for some reason I noticed I was all alone, no traffic, no sound, no one.

Suddenly I heard a rustle from the bushes. I just carried on walking, then I heard a loud grunt from behind. I was too scared to look back, so I sped up to a slow jog. Something was chasing after me. I looked behind and I couldn't see anything. I looked up, and to the sides, then I slowly looked down. I couldn't believe my eyes, in front of me was a crocodile, with a sharp and pointy face, the green snake-like eyes glaring at me; there was a moment of stillness. I then turned and sprinted.

It gave a deafening grunt. I bolted to the old, green, mossy steps; tripping on the concrete my knee was cut and red translucent blood trickled slowly out of my skin. I could tell that my tights had been torn, as I could feel the gentle effortless air colliding with my dribbling blood. I could not get up. The crocodile approached, waddling, breathing heavily and jaws wide.

I then heard the faint sound of what sounded like my alarm clock. I woke up, blurry-eyed, I felt a drip of sweat splash onto my hand.
“Only a nightmare,” I sighed with relief. I slowly got out bed. I had a limp, I looked down, my knee had been cut…

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