Then she ju… Hey! I said as he snatched the book away from me.
You’re a slave, not a book worm, he said as he locked my book up. Now get to work!
What work? I asked
Working for my furnace, so get to work! he said
3 years later
I’ve already got blisters, ouch, another one. Time to clean the chimney again. I wonder when I will be set free – yorn -I better get to sleep… snore.
What? Oh yeah I’ve got the most brilliant idea to escape. Now where are those Keys…
Story written by Nicola