The Footprint
“Georgia!” Someone is calling my name. My eyes go blurry and then I start to focus on a white board. It is art class and I must have been day dreaming. There is homework on my desk. My strict art teacher lets me off with a warning for sleeping in class.
The bell rings for home time and there are parents crowding the courts waiting to pick up their kids. I grab my bike and start to bike home. I open the front door and no one’s home. I write a note to say that I have gone to the beach.
It is a lovely day outside. When I get to the beach I decide to draw in the sand about what inspires me. I am really happy with what I draw. People are crowding around my piece of art. I look at my watch, 3:47 pm, time to go back home or else Mum will be worried.
Going home is like an adventure. Ding, dong goes the doorbell to let Mum know I am home. I open the front door and tell Mum all about school and the big footprint I drew at the beach. Everything I said made her smile up until I said that I got a warning from my art teacher for sleeping in class.
I really like your story Georgia. My favourite part was when you were in art class. Maybe next time you could include what time it is or what session.
ReplyDeleteJess