What a Sandwich
Water sprayed my face as all turned to white, the sound of the phone's pinging battery cursed my ears as the energetic sandwich hurried away.
Now it is dark and I can finally see again I see the sandwich hiding under a dust bin. I launch my hands forward as the clamp onto the moldy rotting sandwich. My mouth is close to the fluffy white but moldy bread, my teeth chomp into it and then something like a gush of wind flows up my body just for a second while my body flails and flops down to the sandwichafied floor.
Kyla
Yr 7
Bombay School
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