March 23

N5 100 w.c. lie, row, fly, sweets, chips,

My name is Ben, I’m a little poor, so I live in the big apartment with my mum and dad, and this is how my story started. “Ow, Got of fly.” As Ben just got out of school all of his friends were getting food but he had no money so he did something he would later regret. He stole sweets and chips.


Later he got a nook on the door. “it’s the police.” “He stole sweets.” “You lied to us.” “Let’s go boy.’ As I walked down in a socked row of cells. I said what well I do