When I finally reached year 5, I met a girl named Ava. She was in my class and I thought she was really nice. She was amazing at art and horse riding. Every day at breaktime we sat under a tree in the playground and she drew horses and I coloured them in.
Towards the end of the year we made plans on how we were going to fly to the moon and take over the world together.
We made our own outfits with massive high-heels and long dresses. It was amazing- well while it lasted at least...
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Short StoryYou know what they say.. every good thing must come to an end.
