Essay Archive - Personal Writing: The Holiday Trip
Personal Writing: The Holiday Trip
Sweltering heats fill the room, a hot sticky breeze drifts by my
face. Broom Broom Broom its the posties bike coming to a halt beside our
old white mailbox. He adds a few letters in the mailbox and speeds off to
the next house. Racing outside in anticipation, my heart suddenly sinks
discovering its only a Telstra bill. I hate when the phone bill arrives,
mum always gives me a big lecture about all my calls. I knew there was
going to be trouble, remembering about all my international calls to my
penfriend Sofie in Sweden.
Anyway the reason for ....
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