By Katie, 11
My teeth were as sharp as daggers. My stripes were as black as ink. I strode through the dark green undergrowth as the shimmering water shone in the sun. I could hear footsteps coming nearer and nearer. Suddenly, I heard a gun shot as loud as clap of thunder. I realized it was the target. So I raced through the thorns and thistles looking where the noise came from. I saw a dark figure. I slowly pounced on the strange figure. I knocked the figure over with a thud, the figure was screaming at the top his voice.
I gripped him tightly with my teeth. I felt strangely weaker. I felt dizzier and dizzier and fell to the ground. I gripped him tighter with my teeth. My eyes went blurred. I gripped him the tightest with my teeth. I knew I had been shot. Still I gripped him with my teeth. I staggered like two drunken friends into the deep, dark, hole.
Click on the eye....
Katie's end to the story
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