My Other Self
By Milly J
School Report – 15 April 2015
You walk outside the fresh air hits you. So you go for a run and feel the soft wind rippling through your hair. Looking around you see the brown, orange and golden leaves leaving the tree and falling like a dandelion floating to the ground. The mornings mist still hangs in air. Freely running on the road, all you hear is your feet hitting the moisture ground.
Nothing bothering you, no cares or jobs or anything. You turn the corner and pass watery green grass paddocks. Your nearly home and just before you get there you see little girls and boys grabbing rakes and putting the leaves into piles then jumping in them. Up the driveway, you run and open the door. Time to go outside and just lay on the grass. You stare at the decorative clouds and think what a wonderful day it has been. THE END