Two children and it

Chapter 1

I could not wait. I was in the kitchen, eating my breakfast with Laura whilst mum and dad were packing. The stuffy air was clinging to my face like a scared cat whilst the taste of bacon flowed through the air and into my nostrils like a river. The sun shone through the window, blinding my eyes. Today, I was going on a picnic to Central Park.

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