Ice cream
Other classes must have
been thinking “What’s going on in there? It’s as loud as an elephant foot
stomp. Well guess what. My class is
making ice cream!
Shouting, screaming noises
from everyone were coming about. No felling in my hands. Shaking the bag around
to make the ice cream. I felt disgusted, weird and unbelievable. My hands were
as stiff as a board.
The eating. The fun part.
Mouths as open as whale mouths. It was a bubbly mess.
Hu! In a second my face
cheeks were frozen. Annabel had put her cold, numb hands all over my cheek
bones. BAAM! I had swung around and had revenge. I put my even colder and
number hands on her cheeks.
I loved the ice cream but
the double dipping ruined it. Ms Ferguson is great at choosing writing ideas. Wait.
Next time we should make chocolate. No, no, no. Sugar covered, marshmallow
filled, lollies.
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