Story writing.
Reaching high, I slipped the letter into the letter box.
I heard it carefully fall down to the bottom.
For years now I have wanted to send a letter to the girl who lived down the road.
I had finally done it. I stood there for a few minutes feeling proud of my self for finding the courage to do it. At last I decided to wander back home.
A few days later when I was checking if there was any mail in our letter box, there was a little
postcard. I reached my arm in to grab it. There was some neat writing on the front.
It said:
For Abigail (That's me.)
From Ella ( The girl who lives down the road.)
I ran as fast as I could to show my parents.
To be continued....