Thursday, March 10, 2011


The sun was shining but I wish it wasn’t because I hate cricket. As room 17 walked on to the field we saw a long line of wickets waiting for us. It looked like we were going to be playing Cricket in fact we were. We were all going for Cricket lessons. Half way across the field I heard people behind me saying that they were excited.

Sitting down under the tree’s Hamid, Robin and Chris had instructed us what to do. After we were all in position ,we started to play. The sun had dimmed down and I was starting to like it. Then it came to my turn, I touched the bat with my sweaty hands in disgust, and whacked the ball ,it fell right in front of the tea. I was so embarrassed.

A couple of weeks having to be trained from Hamid, Robin and Chris, I started to get the hang of it. I went home one day telling my mum that I wanted to join a kids Cricket club ,but my mum laughed. I didn’t care I am going to try and try and try till I make it. The End.

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