Title: Spying
by Mzomuhle from Norfolk | in writing, fiction
There was a boy sitting under the tree' suddenly he saw something moving up in the tree- he did not know what it was, and when he looked up, they were his friends and he was amazed, and he asked, "were you spying on me?', and they smiled and they laughed at him because he was afraid.
i have always liked writing stories- I wish to make my own book. Credits: me
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