Wondering what we were going to write about today, I quietly said to my teacher “What are we writing about today?” While begging in my head that he would say nothing. A kiwi fruit suddenly flew across the room. A voice said to me “here you go Laita.”
What I soon realised was that, a great big furry kiwi fruit was in my hand. One of the reasons why I hated it being in my hand, was because it's itchy coating tickled me.
A mushy and soft kiwifruit was no longer a kiwifruit. 'Slice' went Mr Marks knife, cutting though the fruit. “Mmmmmmm” I said while taking a great big bite. Begging for some more he said “No”.
