I'm sitting here on my bed, writing my weekly diary. Last week, the strangest thing happened to me in my life. This story would probably stay in my head forever. This story would be the best story known on the playground (at school). My friends Lottie and Betharina would think this was the best story ever! It all started last week, a scorching hot day in August. It was so hot it was nearly as hot as the Sahara desert. I went to the park down the street (with my brand new). When I got there, I kicked it around a bit, then had a drink. I sat down on the freshly grown grass and took a sip of my fresh cold water. Suddenly, I heard something from behind the bush. What was it? I looked slowly behind the mysterious bush................ When I looked behind the dirty bush, I saw a tiny bomb ticking away with about a minute left. Three men ran away from the bomb with multi-coloured scarves around their faces. They looked like they had plotted the bomb. Why should they do that? I tried to follow them; they were to fast. I felt under a lot of pressure. What should I do? A bomb could go off any second now. Will it? The men had escaped, will I find them again? If the bomb goes off it could destroy the whole city. I could be charged for murder. All of these questions were thrown into my head ,like a snowball fight at school. Should I call the police? If this bomb goes off it would destroy the whole city!.......... | 
