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Jack and tom ANZAC sad sad sad....

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Very very sad but true....

My finished piece of camp writting

My hiding space writting

My hiding space My heart’s pounding like a cheetah's prey. The leaves are rustling around me as the stones are banging together as the wind blows them around. I was as still as a statue waiting for someone to come and find me. My body was as long as a snake. Kaelyn was calling my name but still I stayed quiet…   “Can you guess where I was hiding” I'm on the side of my house underneath a tree with a trimmed hedge against me and stones banging in the burrow underneath.