Hope CE Primary School

I thought I was dreaming, I had been as cold as an ice cube for days and days. All I could see was white, ugly, stony, wet white. It made me so cold I could not move. What was that? I can move. I shook all the ice off my head it trickled down my stem. I looked down the path left right I look at all my other friends and they where all still as froze like ice cube. I tried to wobble so that I could try and push them so they will be able to and then I will be able to have some one to talk to. 

 I look at the castle to see if it had changed but it still had the old same pine tree. I sour this little girl peering into my eyes but then I thought it was a bit to early for visitors doesn’t it start at eight.