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This is a great piece of writing from one of our pupils.
Look at this great tale of our pupil Diana. Twenty years ago Sam went to jail and was only dismissed last night. he' been detained and condemned to jail for homicide. But he killed his own sibling, Steve. Only their mothers were raised, and both were always trying to gain their own loves and theirs.
They faced fierce and often fierce opposition, and when their mothers death and their most important affiliation - a golden timepiece with silvery inserts - left, a great clash began between them. but Sam was up and at the end of a horrible struggle he murdered his sibling.
When Steve was finished killing him, he took the clock and hid it in a very distant place: he picked a wood in a wood on the other side of his land and dug the clock under it. Everyday in jail, Sam couldn't stop to think about his homicide, his mom and the clock that''s buried''.
There was a rent a vehicle near the store, and with the cash he still had, he hired an old Cadillac, but it took him some patience to figure out how it worked: he had almost forgot how to drive after all this jailtime.
Driving for an hour, mostly at midnight, to get to the other side of the land where the trees stood. Eventually Sam got there, got out of the vehicle and went optimistically towards the cross. While he graciously moved his raw rind, he was too sleepy for the trip to excavate, so he simply followed his instinct: he was lying under the trees and sleeping for a few inches.
He then began to excavate exactly where he had hidden the clock in a wood crate twenty years earlier. After a few hour the day light was higher and Sam had arrived at the crate. That gold clock was still there. He had his mother's memories and present in his spirit and soul more than ever, but he felt as if Steve was also there.
So he began to travel and leave the land.