by
Damien
y special place is the attic. There are road signs all around me. I enjoy spending my time up there when the wind skids across the floor, dust shoots up in my face. It's cool there. I fell through the roof once, hurt my leg, and almost got killed. After that, I was afraid to go back up there. But one day, I hid up there again. You can hear my brother and my sister talking. If their talking loud enough, I put a t.v. up there and a radio. I'm trying to turn the attic into my room.
The End
Story by: Damien, age 10
