by
Clifton
y mom and I were walking down the street. Then the street started to get bigger and busier. All kinds of cars started to whiz by.A large group of people who were smelling bad passed by. You could smell smoke on their clothes and their heads. All of a sudden my mom and I started to hear shooting. It sounded like firecrackers!We ran back to my grandmom's house. We felt scared but we were safe. Grandmom was cooking pancakes,it smelled good. I don't like that city but I like my grandmom and my family's house.
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Story by: Clifton, age 11
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