Week 3 The Forest by Szymon

I was warned never to go into that forest. It is said that whoever goes in doesn’t make it out. But there I was, thinking I could make history. I rode into the forest on my bicycle. I was always being called yellow so I tried to prove to them that I was not. Sometimes, sometimes I wish I didn’t. Straight away, I rode into a gigantic root. I was┬ádesperate to regain my balance but I fell into a ditch. I saw around a dozen vicious eyes looking at me. I started to run but they chased me greedily. They were faster.

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