I saw the boys race down the hill on sleds just as I had stepped out the door. It was the middle of winter in Italy and everyone had races down the Grace Avenue hill. I'm Grace McLeod, 13 year old girl, goes to Woodridge High School, orange hair and blue eyes. As I just stepped on to the footpath, Antonio Banderas, a Spanish boy that is in my class at school, sped down the hill spraying snow all over me. When Antonio reached the bottom of the hill, he trudged back up the hill to tell me something, "Grace! I'm so sorry for spraying snow all over you...you might need to go and get changed!" Antonio said in between laughing and snickering. I looked down to my best jeans and my favorite jumper and screamed "ANTONIO!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?These are my favorite jeans and jumper!".
After yelling my head off at Antonio, I stomped back inside and up to my rainbow colored room. I changed into a comfy pair of jeans and a jacket from my previous travel to New Zealand, where I met two of my best friends Rachel and Callean. Rachel was kind of a shorter version of me and Callean was the weirdest person I had ever known.
Just as I was about to open the front door, my mobile phone rang. "Ciao Grace speaking!" "Ciao Grace! It's Callean where are you because the bus is coming in like 5 minutes?" I replied to this question with, "Ciao Callean I'll be there in a moment!"
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Through the eyes of the beholder.
HumorThis is my first book so don't judge it that much! if you like this book also read the shadows…by @smexeysnail123
