Finally I got to the top of the plat form as I counted down hoping I wouldn't get hurt as I jumped of. Finally I reached the ground screaming in pain not moving a bit. The plat form was light brown and was wooden and was as little as a chair.
By Zara
Ouch, I'm so sorry you broke your arm, Zara. I wonder if you could use this experience to write even more about it. I'm guessing if you wanted to you could make it into a fairly gruesome thriller!!
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